Frienemies [edit]

I keep meaning to start writing positive entries – like, a sentence about  what I’m grateful for each day. This will not be one of those entries.

I absolutely cannot stand my co-worker, E. She’s not entirely aware of this (or maybe she is?) because we’re total frienemies. We had our first overt "fight" this past Friday. I say "fight" because there wasn’t actual fighting, so much as me straight up walking out of the room in the middle of our conversation.

Let me start by saying that she is the most dramatic, attention-seeking, needy, insecure, self-involved person I know.  She’s the kind of person who intentionally talks loudly to you in an elevator about something (ex. how hard she’s been working on her grant) just so she could somehow impress other people around us. Which of course involves making the assumption that other people would even give a crap about her life. She’ll intentionally make mysterious statements (ex. "I had to get up so early to drive my fiance to the airport..again!!") just to get people to ask her what that’s all about..so she could subsequently show off to everyone what a superstar this guy is because he’s gone on 15 residency interviews.  If you’re proud of your fiance, just fucking say so!! Every time I speak to this girl I feel manipulated.

So this Friday. I was already having a bad day because my USB crapped out on me and I lost all my data analysis from the previous day. Then the news broke about the CT shooting. I understand people handle terrible news in different ways. I for example had nothing meaningful to say. Neither did E, but that didn’t stop her from working herself up and dramatizing like crazy. She actually said she was probably taking it so hard because her work aims at saving children….uhm, first off bitch, not to knock basic science research, but your work is pretty far removed from "saving children’s lives." Second, even if you were "saving children’s lives," that’s still no reason to assume you are somehow more affected by this than anyone else. Third, you stupid, stupid cunt, how the fuck did you manage to turn this tragedy into something now revolving around YOU?!? It took effort not to slap this girl in the face right there and then. Instead I just walked out of the room, then out of the building for a nice long walk (and a ranting phone call to J) to calm myself down.

You might say, maybe I misunderstood; it’s an upsetting situation and some people are just more emotional than others. To this I say – NO. This is exactly what happened on the anniversary of 9/11 when this chick was posting vapid shit on Facebook and going on about how, unlike her fiance from Iowa, she was personally affected by the events because she lived in Virginia and her father’s friend’s uncle or some such shit worked near the Pentagon; she acted like it was something to brag about!! Guess what you dumb bitch? I was in NYC at the time, and I watched those buildings burn. My uncle was on the 79th floor of Tower 2. I don’t blab about it every chance I get because I am all too aware of how it touched my life and I don’t need to put on a damn show about it.  

I really hate this girl. 

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And apparently she is not alone!! This guy says it much better than I do: 
http://www.economist.com/blogs/democracyinamerica/2012/12/newtown-massacre