H. H is for hoity-toity.

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There's a new girl in my department. She's cute, she's smart, she seems very competent.

She also seems like about 80% of the snotty upper-class Catholic girls I went to high school with.

Two days ago, I walked over to her in a group of people and she gave me the eye - the up-and-down appraisal of my clothes, assessing what I was wearing and whether I was worth her time. And once she'd finished her appraisal, she gave a little sneer - just a little one - but just enough to make me want to smack her.

Then yesterday, I was coming over to talk to her about something and she did the same thing, but when she brought her eyes back up to my face, her lip quivering in readines for her sneer, she saw I was staring at her. She sort of looked me up and down again really quickly, her eyes widened, and she stammered, "Um, nice skirt."

Yeah, right. Nice cover, Miss Thing. Hoity-toity bitch.

And now, not two minutes ago, she appeals to my boss about something and he gives her an answer which, if the advice is followed, will cause a whole lotta bitching from the analysts that will just result in them being forced to discard a whole lotta work, and when I told her what the result would be she just shrugged and said, "Vinny said to do it." Um, yeah. He's inept. And you're annoying.

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ugh she sounds simply misreable.

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