Dumb Girls and Stick Shifts

I dated a boy. He was broken up with his girlfriend. When we were done with our thing, they ended up getting back together. She doesn't like me. They both work at the pool now. I rotated next to her at work and was a little bit less than pleasant because I don't particularly like the way she treats him, and I also hate it when girls say to their boyfriends, "well you can't be friends with this girl anymore because I don't like her." Today she decides to send me a text to make sure we're "cool" and that what's happened in the past won't "interfere with work or anything." I simply said back "No, nothing will interfere with work," because that's true, at least on my part. I usually try not to let anything from my personal life work it's way into my employment if I can help it. Anyway, she says "Alright, thanks. You're not mad or anything right?" and I just didn't respond. What reason do I have to be mad? I don't think I'm entitled to be mad about anything in this situation.

But I also don't believe I owe her any type of communication. I come to work, I do my job, I pay as little attention as possible to my coworkers while I'm there. I'm not there to make friends or be friends with the people I work with. I don't need to be on great terms with everyone, I'm fine just where I am. And I'm a little bit ticked that she used our work-based website to get my phone number to text me about something like this. Really? Stop being insecure, don't be a bitch to your boyfriend, and maybe you wouldn't feel like you had to get fake-close to someone you don't even like so that you can try and have more of an "in" to check up on him. Reality check - I don't do the whole "fake person" thing. Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. But don't kid yourself and expect me to stop being friends with him. I'm not a pushover and I'm most definitely not afraid of you.

Also today I got my beautiful car. It's a stick shift. Needless to say, I can't drive it yet. But people kept telling me, "Oh it's not that hard, you'll get the hang of it real fast." I know it's only been one day, but I can tell you already those people obviously don't remember the first day of driving a stick or are super-human. I was absolutely mortified, my expectations were too high, I was frustrated, embarrassed, anxious, and all around just pissed. And driving with my mother obviously just enhanced all of that. But now that I know what to expect, maybe I can go into it with a different set of expectations tomorrow - and by a different set of expectations, I mean no expectations whatsoever. I love that car, and I will learn to drive it.

But, I ran away from all that poop and had a good night with a good friend, for the second night in a row. I might be treading on some dangerous waters...but I think that's a risk I'm just going to have to take. Plus, I could be misinterpreting the vibes I'm getting anyway, I'm real bad at that.