Two occurences

This morning, I had an interview for a better paid techy job. Could take it or leave it really, in the sense that pros and cons are balanced, rather than in the sense of apathy.

Lately I've noticed that I really couldn't care less what people think of me. I used to worry when people picked holes in things I said, or were sarcastic. I'd worry that they'd think I was stupid, and I'd vigorously defend my corner.

Now I just think, fuck 'em. I'm not sure whether this is because I'm becoming more secure and confident in myself, or whether I'm just turning into an arrogant bitch.

Either way, I just can't be bothered to engage in it at all. Life seems too short.

Crikey

( what tarot card am I? )