The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I work with someone who doesn’t hide the fact that she doesn’t like me at all. Her perception of who I am is so far from my actual motivations that it baffles me. It’s as if when she looks at me she sees someone else entirely, and that person is despicable. It’s a shame, too, …

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