currently listening to: "beautiful things can from the dark" - azure ray
these are the things that are whack:
- it is summer, and i have a cold. this is whack.
- i have a boyfriend and he doesn't ever call me. this is also whack.
what's more whack are mean office, secretary ladies who are bitches to any person who gets as close as five feet away from them. what makes office people who damn angsty? i can understand that they probably get a lot of morons who ask stupid, repetitive questions. but really now, what about those individuals with genuine questions that can't be answered other than those work in the office themselves? you're not getting paid to be an ass. you're being paid to help and answer people's questions. i don't know why those who hate helping others would even consider taking up such a job. it makes no sense.
i had my first encounter with mean office ladies in the third grade or so, when the school's beloved secretary, mrs. hemburger (yes, almost like hamburger. i probably called her mrs. hamburger back then, too.) was replaced by some woman whose name i can't recall at this moment. i probably can't remember because i may have blocked out her name as means to protect myself from the horrors of remembering her name and all the bad memories that entailed with it. you know, purely for psychological reasons. she was simply a bitch. i wouldn't be able to articulate her personality in any other way than in one word: bitch. way to kill an 8 year old's happiness, lady.
from then on, i've experienced nothing but more bitchiness as i went from elementary school, to middle school, to high school, and now finally college. they're still bitches even in college. there has to be some sort of karma for these kinds of people. what goes around, comes around, bitches.
i wish i was in bora bora right now. i didn't even know what or where this place was until a recent internship interviewer asked me if i was going to bora bora this summer to make sure i'd be able to work. i said no and laughed it off nervously because i had no idea what she was talking about. i googled it when i came home, and it looked absolutely gorgeous. then i understood why she kept saying bora bora. during the interview, she managed to find different outlets of telling me how much she wished she was in bora bora. and unsurprisingly, most of the time when she mentioned the islands, it was completely irrelevant to the actual internship. if i can remember correctly, she said bora bora at least three times. i backed out of that internship after being asked to do a second interview. and look at me now, i'm still not in bora bora. it's whack. i really should be, though.
