Don't wear printed knickers with white pants

I think that ought to be obvious, but hey, if you want to attract attention, please, do so, by all means.

If she thinks that I don't know what she's doing, she's got another thing coming. Doesn't she know that she has a loud voice that could carry to my cubicle, even when she's on the other end... Unless of course, they start to whisper and murmur, and then I can't hear them anymore. Then again, I upped the volume of my music.

It's disconcerting, ain't it, to find out that you're being the topic of a conversation that's designed to make you look bad and stupid.

*alter ego: Oh please, she's just jealous of you.

Hah.

Let's hope so.

*alter ego: And bitter too, come to think of it.

Note to self: Never trust just anybody, especially when they say that they're trustworthy. Ain't life grand?

See, this is why university life is so simple. You meet people in classes, in your deparment, and then you go your separate ways after a semester. If anything, the people you deal with the most are your blockmates, but even then, that could change, especially when you do what I did which is switch majors and get held back by a year.

*alter ego: She's still prattling on about you... I can hear her...

Let her be. It's her prerogative to be mean, especially when she's not getting her own way.

Where was I?

University life. Yeah.

You can form friendships and associations, but it's so transient, especially when you measure time by semesters and not by school years. It's easy to loose touch with people and just be, even when you're in such a large campus with a lot of people milling around.

*alter ego: She's really something, ain't she?

Oh yeah.

*alter ego: You're not worried that she could read this and take this against you?

Not really. If she knows herself as well as she says she does, and if she knows me even a little bit, then she should know that I would have an entry here about it, aye?

And it's not like I have an issue with her (*alter ego: Kinda...) but not too much. If she's going to recant her offer to me because as she says, this is my first job and it would seem that I don't have a right to demand that the company she's moving to (and to which she invited me to join her in, by the way, let me just point that out that I did not ask her to take me along, thank you very much) match the salary that I am currently receiving. As she said, I don't have the work experience like the other girl she's asking to go with her to the other company.

*alter ego: If she's got a longer work experience than you, does that mean she's more qualified to ask for more money than you?

It would seem so.

*shrug*

I sense a disturbance in the force... wehehehe

She's always like that, if something doesn't go her way, she does something to the person that made it so, so that that person could feel her displeasure.

*alter ego: Kinda petty...

Kinda, but it's her prerogative, let's remember that.

*sigh*

I don't think she realizes my true intentions and how I really am. But then again, it's always been about her.