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Friday, April 13, 2007
It turns out
That I'm a mean girl. At least compared to those around me. You'd have thought.
CKE may be right. Spend enough time in NYC and I will come out of it a heartless, manipulative, vicious ball-buster.
MomVee: I gently asked a coworker a pointed question and someone over hearing this reacted fairly strongly to me. And then reacted even more strongly to me later in the conversation. I didn't even realize that I was being mean. I thought I was just communicating.
sunjunkie: *laugh* thanks! Battleaxe is definitely something to aim for.
4 comments:
Wait...how did you find out?
"heartless, manipulative, vicious ball-buster"?
Good work! When you reach the minimum age requirement, you'll be eligible for Battleaxe status. ;-)
MomVee: I gently asked a coworker a pointed question and someone over hearing this reacted fairly strongly to me. And then reacted even more strongly to me later in the conversation. I didn't even realize that I was being mean. I thought I was just communicating.
sunjunkie: *laugh* thanks! Battleaxe is definitely something to aim for.
What? Nah, you're the best, not mean at all!!! It's just the boys in NYC are too sensitive and the girls are jerks
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