I refer to the fragile detente with one of my least favorite coworkers. Because she takes everything personally, she assumes I am blaming her or being "defensive" when I'm not doing either, and shit just escalates and, well, I'm just glad that I have that nice bottle of moderately priced vodka in my bottom desk drawer.
No one can tell what I'm drinking from this dull white coffee cup.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
This is why I love you.
ReplyDeleteI hate being blamed of being defensive! What is that suppose to mean anyway!!
ReplyDeletei think she could use a nip too....maybe it would improve her mood???
ReplyDeleteSomething I don't say often... she's a stupid beyotch.
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