Nice for a Day?

But people always tell me I could not go one day without saying something negative or nasty. I always need to comment on fashion disasters, hair-a-cides, and stupidity. But I gave it a try to keep all comments to myself.

Everything is common to me at this point. You really have to do or say something off the curve to get a rise out of me these days. You always have that person at work whose breath makes you want to holla, but you get use to it, so you stop commenting. Or, you always have that secretary who doesn't understand fashion; still wears shoulder pads and doesn't care who thinks otherwise, so it becomes commonplace to you and you feel indifferent about those people.

So, I began my day at work keeping to myself, staying busy, without any breaks. This was the best way not to make any comments.

Lunch time was challenging, but no one asked for my thoughts and although I observed some strange occurences, I kept quiet.

I made nice with everyone, right up to the end of day, when it was time for me to leave.

An accounting clerk was in the ladies room getting ready for a date. She was meeting him right after work, so she bought a change of clothes and her makeup.

She went on and on about this guy and even I became excited for her.

While I freshened up my makeup, she went to change her clothes. As I'm saying goodbye, she calls out for me to wait...She wants me to tell her how she looks.

When I see her, I forgot this was my nice day. It was all for nothing because now I must critique her and ask why she wants to perform an impression of Madonna.

This woman even has on lace gloves with the cut-off fingers???

See, I try to get out and they suck me back in.

It's no good, I love my bitchiness and I believe the people around me have a fondness for my unadulturated, curt frankness about life.