Flowers On The Wall
Generally, I hold nothing against the others at work. I may in fact even almost like some of them, and feel indifferent about the others. Inevitably, there are a few (on a good day 2, on a bad ranging between 5-10) though that I just cannot stand. Jenny is one of them. She is cocky and self-assured 'cause she's one of the few list researchers working full time. She has also been at the place for a very long time and knows her way, like a queen of the department you know. But she shows no signs of any work ethics whatsoever. She's on the phone talking to her friends all day long some days and her cell phone is constantly putting that alien disturbance signal from Independence Day (the movie, not the holiday) in my phone. But oddly enough, she somehow manages to collect dozens of names anyway... Plus, she is the the new manager's (an old list researcher turned boss just a few weeks ago) best friend in the work place and they go way back. So he's probably not going to be the first one to tell her to shape up.
What's more: she's ugly! Ugly as a cow. Now I'm sorrow to be that supeficial, but in this day and age, at least give me the courtesy of thinking I look better than her. Even if I may not be the prettiest of pine trees, it's always nice to see someone's who's clearly uglier than you - and that's the raw ugly truth.
And anyway, looks aren't that important - not when it comes to love. And evidently, niether is personality.
A person who is as ugly on the inside as she is on the outside got a special delivery at work today. Some guy had sent her flowers.
Flowers.
Gosh, how romantic!
I might be old fashioned, but opening doors, pulling out chairs and giving flowers are just. so. darn. romantic things to do!
Anyway. How come she gets flowers? You get me? SHE?
Ok, so I'm just very jealous (apparently when sinking so low as to mainly focusing on someone's ugliness instead of the deep dark evil that's within her). You're right. I'm jealous, immature, and maybe a tad, just a tad bit, evil myself.
And there is two ways to look at this:
1. This is so unfair! If she gets to find someone to like her, why can't I seem to?
2. If there's someone out there for her - then there's someone for everyone! And maybe I'm not the problem - they are (depending on how you look at it). But maybe it's me being so picky and not them/anyone liking me...
Ah, love hurts.