It's NOT all about you BITCH
I don't know why some people think that the world revolves around them.Like everything everyone does has to be about them.Like the world owes them some sort of a living.I'm sure you people will agree with me that there is always a group of popular, rich, pretty girls who get away with everything with the minimum effort they put in by robbing other people of their work and somehow managing to sweet talk their way out of situations all the time, based on their good looks and social skills.WELL.There is one clique like that in my office and they annoy me all the time but yesterday was the final straw. One of them had been annoying me all week because everytime I was doing work on the computer she would walk pass me and take my work (as I was doing it) and flip through it and go, "OMG, you are like, so fast!! I haven't done this yet! Shit!! Later you must come and help me!!" And then when I'm just walking around the office doing photocopying or talking to people, she would run up to me, take my hand and drag me over to her work and insist that I explain things to her. In-between she would add comments like, "Oh you are so smart" just to flatter me but I know she doesn't mean it. She's been doing that to me since Uni days and frankly I'm freaking sick of it. She borrows my work to "have a look" but I know she's in fact just copying it wholesale. The other girl who made me extremely upset was one who I held in higher regard than the previous girl. I thought she was different from them, but in fact they are all the same. She's always coming to me and asking me for things and everything is about her. She only talks to me when she wants my help, or when she wants to talk about herself. When I start to talk about anything other than her, she shuts me off and leaves to find her next victim. Yesterday she sat next to me whilst I was doing work and was bragging about how she had finished everything on time, trying to indicate to me that I'm slow - and I can't say more without giving away who she is so I shall stop now. But the way she said it - it was as if she wanted to make me feel small. And I just couldn't take sitting next to her any longer so I left and went to talk to Juin. Juin sensed that I was about to explode so he asked me what happened and as I reiterated everything to him I started tearing so he insisted we take a walk immediately - oh man we must have looked really stupid - him carrying his mug of tea and me carrying 2 stacks of notes walking around the city LOL. Anyway I felt better after the talk because apparently the girls have been doing the same thing to him (he was freaking pissed with them the day before because of something they said and he was yelling and swearing whilst complaining to me LOL).The most irritating thing is that they get away with everything by acting cute and sweet and by ripping off work that others have done AND the WORST thing is that I was told that one of them said that she can't stand NERDS like us who just WORKWORKWORK in the office all day and DON'T HAVE A LIFE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT A BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!That's why I get along better with the guys in my office because guys just tell you like it is and after that, everything is forgotten. They don't give a shit about small things and they are always ready to forgive. They are always ready for a laugh and when you need help they will help. Sigh.Ok, I will not give a shit anymore. I'm going to be a man about it.
Yinny was Joshing around @ 10:29 AM
<![CDATA[
<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/>
<meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/>
<!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css);
div.b-mobile {display:none;}
</style>
</head><body><script type="text/javascript">
function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) {
if(window.addEventListener) {
window.addEventListener('load',
function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false);
} else {
window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; });
}
}
</script>
<div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div>
<script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script>
<script type="text/javascript">
gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() {
if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) {
gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({
url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d25846358\x26blogName\x3dmy+thoughts.my+life.me\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://yinheartsjosh.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://yinheartsjosh.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d17722857731495716',
where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"),
id: "navbar-iframe"
});
}
});
</script>
]]>
