Timing Is Everything

or so they say. and whoever "they" is, i think they are on to something. and i can say this, because in the last three weeks, i've run into the psychobitch in the office, when maybe 30 seconds either way on all occasions, i would have missed that mental case. which would have been really nice. because every time she sees me, she has this look on her face. it's kinda like looks like she's ingested a bag of lemons. or something nasty. i mean, it's not a happy face.

kinda reminds me of that great "sex in the city" episode, after carrie has dumped aiden (thank god!) and she runs into this character named nina somebody in this restaurant bathroom and nina realizes who carrie is, because she [nina] dated aiden after carrie dumped him, and she makes this face. and that's kinda the face that the pb makes.

i cannot even imagine what my face looks like when i see her, as i try to be impassive, but one of these days i would really like to snarl. and then maybe stick out my tongue at her. and then eventually bare my teeth like a vampire. somehow, i have a feeling i would never get away with it, cuz there would be somebody around to actually see me and then i would end up looking like the loony one. or at least petty. or both. not good.

somebody please tell me the value of taking the high road. please.