Monday, March 20, 2006
twisted complicated in competition
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I take back what I said previously about her.We are both two very different individuals.She will be getting a fulltime job soon.Lucky bitch.Deep down inside, I knew which one it is she will be getting.It's a gut feeling.I met up for a second interview with this particular company.They asked me if I am aware of the offer which they made to her, I was fully aware of it.Ironically, one of them asked me how I felt about it.I told them that I'm not surprised and I'm fine with that matter.I lied through my teeth so well I did not | Now,it seems like I'm in competition with her.It's ironic how things turn out sixteen years later.Who would have thought that I am fighting with my all to work with these fellas whom offered her a job,instead of me. |
| We have always been competitive.I have always been anyway,being the eldest I demanded attention when she came into the world.Taunting and making her feel small was all I ever did.I had to be better than her.Better coloured pencils,bigger layout pads,more attention, more praises.As we reached adolesence, I had more freedom when I turned sixteen.She was still twelve.I accidently read her diary one day.She said that she admired me for having the freedom to go out with my friends on our own and if memory recall she said that she wished to have as much freedom which I have.I felt good for I was being admired. I felt empowering.Sucks to be you, lil one. | I don't really know where I stand right now but I do know that I have better sales & marketing skills compared to her.I can deal with clients, prepare proposals and I do not know which road will I be walking on.I urgently am in need of a decent paying job.She already got one.I'm still being in consideration. Funny, how my career turned out to be..if |
