InsaneJournal

Remember that woman who was giving me shit about the way I dress? She has a lackey, now, who she talks to at the water cooler. Said lackey makes a point to give me dirty looks every time I pass her desk for no reason.

All right, there might be a reason. The woman asked me if perhaps my shirt was a little low cut so I said I didn't think so, but told her that I liked hers and loudly asked if she made it herself. Her lackey was right there to witness the event. I feel like this is some kind of weird war going on between Ruth and myself. I wouldn't be so snippy if she would just let up on the comments about my wardrobe. Honestly, it's not like I dress like a slut. I'm perfectly decent.

Ugh.