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So, remember that nutso email that Celestia sent me a while back? The one that said she’s noticed I am “different” toward her? Well, I responded back. I won’t paste the whole chain of messages, but here are some exciting highlights:

Me: The truth is, it’s hard to know how you’re feeling on a day-to-day basis. Almost every single morning when I walk in, you say nothing. And that’s fine - I don’t say anything to you, either. But I notice that you go out of your way to greet other people that come in that door - sometimes people right behind me. What am I supposed to think from that?
Sometimes you go days without saying anything to me, aside from “Andria, I’m leaving.” And again - that’s fine with me, as long as you realize that the reason I’m being quiet is because it’s a direct response to what I’m receiving from you in terms of your behavior. The most frustrating thing about that is that I get emails like the one you sent Thursday wondering why I’m being short with you. Well, that’s a lot of the reason. You can’t ignore people and barely give them the courtesy of a full sentence and then wonder why things aren’t friendly.
Her: It’s no secret that I can be sensitive about things. My position here can sometimes be stressful for me. Yes, sometimes you have no idea what mood I am in, but everyone has their work load.
(That message was WAY longer, but if I post more, I’ll get fired. Mostly it just says “my job is stressful. Get over it.”)
Me: OK. I am not interested in dragging this out, and I’m sure you’re not either, so this is going to be it from me on this subject. I understand your job is stressful, and that you’re sensitive. I’ve known you for a long time, and I know how things affect you. But I also know that it can’t always be an excuse to take things out on the people around you. When you’re friendly and fun one day, and then completely silent and/or sullen the next, I don’t know how to respond.
Her: You should just except me for who I am and know that one day I can be really talkative and one day quiet. That is just how I am. it’s who I am and how I work and I can’t change that. We all have our ways around here, all of us and unfortunately we all have to spend 40 hours a week with each other in close quarters. We spend more time at work with each other than we do with our spouses and family. Every single person in this office has their good days and their bad days and I watch it happen and have experienced some of it hands on with some. Bottom line, what I guess my point is, I don’t understand why you single me out in regards my daily mood when I can say the same thing about you and others and there is nothing wrong about that because that is people’s personality. I guess at this point it’s fare to say we agree to disagree and leave it at that.

I love how she refers to her bitchy silence where she sits and stares at her computer and ignores everyone all day as just “quiet”.The part of that message that really stuck in me was the part where she says “I don’t understand why you single me out in regards to my daily mood when I can say the same thing about you and others.” I think the fact that she thinks everyone else is a jerk, but I’m only going after her says a lot. She’s so disconnected and kooky that she thinks everyone else acts like she does. She is so delusional.
I could have said A LOT more in my original response to why I don’t talk to her. Shit, I can drag things from ten years ago into this as reason why I don’t like her. But I chose not to, because that’s old, and she’s never going to admit that she might be in the wrong, no matter how much it’s staring her in the face. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make its batshit crazy ass drink it.
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My birthday is tomorrow (Loopy and Wen, you were close.)
Tomorrow night, my family and I are having dinner at Benihana. If you recall from last year, my grandma collapsed at my birthday dinner there. We’re hoping for a better result this year, so we’re leaving Grandma at home. There’s nothing worse than your grandma doing a faceplant in the middle of the restaurant to kill your mai tai buzz. (Oh, shutup.)

Saturday my friend The Good Girl and I are celebrating our birthdays together, so to really whoop it up we’re going for an exciting dinner at the Italian cuisine mecca The Olive Garden. This was not my choice. It’s not that I have anything against mass-produced chain-restaurant food, but I’d just rather have something a little more… oh, I don’t know… GOOD, on my birthday. (Save your comments about Benihana being a chain. I know this. But the fried rice there is better than anywhere else in the world, and if they were cooking kittens and puppies on that grill, I’d still eat there. I wouldn’t eat the puppies and kittens, mind you, but I’d still eat there. And there’s the onion volcano! Flying shrimp tails! Come on, people.)

I think we’re going to go to Oktoberfest after that, which I’m looking forward to. If last year was any indicator, I’m sure there will be lots of pictures of Kay and I grabbing each other’s boobs all night.

We’re classy.