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Come on, internet. Entertain me.
I feel like shit again, all self-conscious-like. Paranoid. Even though I've gotten confirmation that I'm probably not entirely crazy, I'm just like... something's fishy here, I'm not imagining things.
The Rangers lost almost like the Sabres did yesterday. There was no commanding lead, but the one time they did give up the lead, whoops, that was the end of the game. Final was 3-2/SO; Lightning had tied with 1:57 to go, Rangers had plenty of chances in OT.
Long story short, I found a kindred spirit at work today. Apparently, Sharon has also been accused of whatever this "attitude" thing is, and she doesn't understand it, either. "What, just because I ask questions and want clarification because you're giving this to us piecemeal and it makes no sense?" I was like "Oh my god, I see your lips moving, but it's like my voice is coming out!"
And then I did what I haven't done probably since high school and went to the bathroom with her where we badmouthed F and another woman who's rather mannish (and whom we've nicknamed Pat (okay it's really bad, but office!Pat kinda looks like that, I wish I were kidding. The hair is mulletier, but geez)). I felt so catty and naughty and fourteen~ And then we had to hide and act natural when other people came into the bathroom. Cheered me the hell up, though.
Tomorrow is the stylist, Es', pricing some ice skates, and then Saturday we head up to Albany!
The Rangers lost almost like the Sabres did yesterday. There was no commanding lead, but the one time they did give up the lead, whoops, that was the end of the game. Final was 3-2/SO; Lightning had tied with 1:57 to go, Rangers had plenty of chances in OT.
Long story short, I found a kindred spirit at work today. Apparently, Sharon has also been accused of whatever this "attitude" thing is, and she doesn't understand it, either. "What, just because I ask questions and want clarification because you're giving this to us piecemeal and it makes no sense?" I was like "Oh my god, I see your lips moving, but it's like my voice is coming out!"
And then I did what I haven't done probably since high school and went to the bathroom with her where we badmouthed F and another woman who's rather mannish (and whom we've nicknamed Pat (okay it's really bad, but office!Pat kinda looks like that, I wish I were kidding. The hair is mulletier, but geez)). I felt so catty and naughty and fourteen~ And then we had to hide and act natural when other people came into the bathroom. Cheered me the hell up, though.
Tomorrow is the stylist, Es', pricing some ice skates, and then Saturday we head up to Albany!