Masks

The mask is coming off at work. There are things I just don't have the stomach to put up with anymore. Some colleagues dealt with a minor issue behind my back and didn't have the manners to speak to me about it and I said I was pissed off about it. What they wanted was fine, but the way it was done, boy if they were on the receiving end of the behaviour, we wouldn't hear the end of it. They were pissed off that I said something. Probably shocked that I wasn't a ghost. The woman who sits opposite me disapproves of people arguing or making a fuss in public. That bothers me as I want her to like me, but she'll never like me. She'll learn to deal. Writing that is depressing. It's such a catch 22. The distinct vibe I get off her most of the time is of tolerance. She said something today that was ignorant and I became defensive and I wondered why and it's because I want her to like me. God how pathetic.