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Navigating the pothole riddled gravel road of my psyche and mental health (with occasional crashes into the ditch). Spoiler Alert: growing up in rural America isn't anything like the wholesome goodness of Little House on the Prairie.
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I've known some frakking gorgeous lesbos. What planet does she live on?
I wouldn't want to work with her, either.
Dude. Who says stuff like that? What are you supposed to say back? "No, I'm not. Too pretty, I mean. I *am* pretty, but it's a fluke. Or, actually, what I should say is: You suck."
If you don't have to work directly with her, then go. If you do have to work directly with her, then go with Plan B. Which is to become my therapist. That should give you *at least* 300 hours of face time before June...
Or go and tell everyone at the job what she said, laugh and play it off like it's a joke, then everyone will know what a dumbass she is!
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