The S-Clone Wars
“Oh that’s lame.” She pauses, and then adds, “well, I mean, pizza when you could go out for a nice dinner? Well, what am I thinking! You young people are only concerned about alcohol.” Everyone nods in agreement except Clark & myself. We cast small glances toward one another. The person she’s chastising is acting in agreement with her, but I’m pretty sure she was hurt by the entire fumblingly rude statement.
No, it’s not Step-on-me, but rather her evolving clone. S-Clone, as I like to call her here recently. She’s crass without caring about another’s feelings and continuingly asks about my blog. Yes, this one that I could quite possibly be fired for writing. She asks the address, and I let her know (kindly) that nobody knows where it is except one coworker and a lot of ex-coworkers.
I’m sure that S-Clone is the one that leaked the existence of this blog to Step-on-me. Step-on-me recently made a remark that we should keep a blog of the things we have to put up with in the marketing department. Now, Step-on-me is not one to ever had HAVE a blog, yet alone one to ever want to write extensively about problems with her life in a blog. I’m surprised she even knew what one was. The leak came from the sales department, who know about the blog but don’t know where to find it. Course, this probably makes them more of my enemy than my ally, even if we were comrades before.
My instant (paranoid) assumption would be that the person that won’t reveal a blog’s location must certainly be blogging about me, in this case they would be correct (finally).
S-Clone a bit of a bully and can frequently be found gossiping with Step-on-me--a pair of Chatty-cathies if I’ve ever seen’em. She was tormenting the heck out of Piper, wanting to know where her new job was. Piper wasn’t up to revealing the location at the time, but S-Clone had her cornered (literally). So Piper mumbled out something unintelligible so that S-Clone would let her pass.
S-Clone's exceeding negativity tends to get on everyone's nerves. Not only is she super-active and better than you in all respects, but she has something to grump about every damn morning. Kinda like a Debbie Downer, but a PMS-y bitched-out Debbie Downer. If you placed S-Clone in a room with my excessively evil grandmother, I'm sure they'd get along perfectly fine in the time they were together. But as soon as they part ways, they'd have nothing positive to say about one another. Meh.
S-Clone’s recently bought a couple, few, lots of iPods. One goes missing and she rants about her cleaning lady stealing it. I never heard back about the missing iPod, so I presume she was wrong. She also complains about Christmas and having to visit relatives. She doesn’t want to exchange gifts anymore and doesn’t want to cook.
Hell, if she doesn’t want to do it anymore, stop bitching about it and just stop celebrating it. I don’t give a rat’s ass what the hell you do, I just don’t want to hear about it for a half-hour in my morning meetings anymore. And if you do bitch about something petty, surely it’s going to end up in my blog.
No, it’s not Step-on-me, but rather her evolving clone. S-Clone, as I like to call her here recently. She’s crass without caring about another’s feelings and continuingly asks about my blog. Yes, this one that I could quite possibly be fired for writing. She asks the address, and I let her know (kindly) that nobody knows where it is except one coworker and a lot of ex-coworkers.
I’m sure that S-Clone is the one that leaked the existence of this blog to Step-on-me. Step-on-me recently made a remark that we should keep a blog of the things we have to put up with in the marketing department. Now, Step-on-me is not one to ever had HAVE a blog, yet alone one to ever want to write extensively about problems with her life in a blog. I’m surprised she even knew what one was. The leak came from the sales department, who know about the blog but don’t know where to find it. Course, this probably makes them more of my enemy than my ally, even if we were comrades before.
My instant (paranoid) assumption would be that the person that won’t reveal a blog’s location must certainly be blogging about me, in this case they would be correct (finally).
S-Clone a bit of a bully and can frequently be found gossiping with Step-on-me--a pair of Chatty-cathies if I’ve ever seen’em. She was tormenting the heck out of Piper, wanting to know where her new job was. Piper wasn’t up to revealing the location at the time, but S-Clone had her cornered (literally). So Piper mumbled out something unintelligible so that S-Clone would let her pass.
S-Clone's exceeding negativity tends to get on everyone's nerves. Not only is she super-active and better than you in all respects, but she has something to grump about every damn morning. Kinda like a Debbie Downer, but a PMS-y bitched-out Debbie Downer. If you placed S-Clone in a room with my excessively evil grandmother, I'm sure they'd get along perfectly fine in the time they were together. But as soon as they part ways, they'd have nothing positive to say about one another. Meh.
S-Clone’s recently bought a couple, few, lots of iPods. One goes missing and she rants about her cleaning lady stealing it. I never heard back about the missing iPod, so I presume she was wrong. She also complains about Christmas and having to visit relatives. She doesn’t want to exchange gifts anymore and doesn’t want to cook.
Hell, if she doesn’t want to do it anymore, stop bitching about it and just stop celebrating it. I don’t give a rat’s ass what the hell you do, I just don’t want to hear about it for a half-hour in my morning meetings anymore. And if you do bitch about something petty, surely it’s going to end up in my blog.
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