Nic Narrates

So I was in the lunchroom at work just now where I visited at length with one of my co-workers. She’s of the shiny-haired, perfect-skinned, proper-trouser-hem-length, soft-spoken, and beloved-by-her-husband variety. She’s both classy and nice, which drives me crazy because she’s pretty much perfect and I can’t hate her. In fact, she and I are friends.

But being friends with girls like her has always posed a problem for a girl like me. Okay, you got me. I can be catty. And the girls whom I admire, like my friend, are not.

Mostly my friends are a tight knit group of fellow sarcastic cynics, but I’ve always been held in erstwhile awe of our counterparts. And now, I’m friends with a gaggle of charitable souls such as she and feel the ugly duckling….inadequate, unkind, vulgar even.

Namely, while I aspire to a graceful demeanor, I’m thinking about how trampy Noelle’s hair looks after her claim to be “down with lowlights.” And my friend here is sticking to The Golden Rule. She’d never say, let alone think, anything badly of anyone. Would she?

Someone please tell me that women like her are in fact human before I try to trick her into swearing at work or encourage her to drink more than she ought at the next happy hour.

See? Told you I was snarky.

Filed under: "work", friends, princesses, work in progress by Nic