It's just words... update

So, turns out BossLady overheard the "it's just words" comment. In the *store I work for* spirit, she went to nasty graphic artist's boss. He wasn't impressed either. I was given the opportunity to pursue this and get this chickie in trouble, but as I'm still smarting from the a**hole coworker's brutal slaying of my work and the final "he was just doing his job, stop being a whiny baby" result (actually, if memory serves, I ended up getting shit for my "attitude" out of the whole thing) and the other stories I've heard about this woman, I don't really see the point.

Besides, I prefer, if you have a problem with me, just tell me straight up and let's talk it out. Get it dealt with and move on. I told the bitch that was a pretty rude thing to say to a writer. I know she's a twit. I'm done with the whole thing. Makes life much happier that way, then just running behind a person's back trying to figure out what they meant and bitching about them to everybody but them (yup, ex-critique group, I'm looking at you.) Yes, in a way I'm doing that about the twit, but I *did* tell her how I felt. This is just a re-cap *grin*.

I'm feeling rather blah today. Have been for a long while. Between the commute that's gotten so much worse now that summer's over, the continuous rejection of me with respect to a new job and the writing babies I put out into the world (STILL no word on Caught. *sigh*), and Mr. Pink's new medication that leaves him sleeping for close to 18 hours a day, I just feel kinda me against the world and I'm losing. Badly.

Perhaps I need a new hobby or friends that are more than usernames and blogs.