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Jan. 6th, 2005 09:40 amARGH. I have two huge blisters on my foot, I can't walk properly, the damn secretary knows that, but she still makes me go to the bank which is like, freakin' far for me when my feet aren't cooperating. I HATE HER SO MUCH.
Y'know, if it was only this, I wouldn't be that incensed. But she has this incessant habit of complaining about every single thing to me, and then retracts and asks me, "Do you think I'm very unhappy about my life/ my job? Because, I'm not! Really!"
Grajkl;dfawtfbbq!!! Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
And like I've been mentioning, she likes to poke and prod about everything about me, making me make up ludicrous answers so she can get off my back. And she likes to divulge her sexual secrets. >o
Y'know, if it was only this, I wouldn't be that incensed. But she has this incessant habit of complaining about every single thing to me, and then retracts and asks me, "Do you think I'm very unhappy about my life/ my job? Because, I'm not! Really!"
Grajkl;dfawtfbbq!!! Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
And like I've been mentioning, she likes to poke and prod about everything about me, making me make up ludicrous answers so she can get off my back. And she likes to divulge her sexual secrets. >o
