I would be able to blog more often, because I wouldn't be so busy with work (and school and family). Two of my coworkers have quit in the last month, one who I miss and one of whom I say good riddance to bad rubbish. The powers that be actually hired someone before either of them gave notice, but she has proved to be completely useless.
Seriously, I think I could have trained a squad of monkeys more quickly than this mental midget is catching on.
I can just imagine a bunch of monkeys running around the office, making copies, punching paper in the binding machine, packing up boxes for UPS. That would be more fun than... well... I guess we could get a barrel, too.
Just for the cliché.
But c'mon, people. How many times should you ask the same question of your coworkers before you would feel like a complete nimrod for asking it yet one more time?
Apparently for the crazy cat lady (that's what we call her-did I mention she drives around town every night feeding feral cat colonies?) that number is not 12, because she has asked us how to load the FedEx labels in the printer at least that many times.
Not to mention the fake British accent she speaks with. Ugh. And she adds an extra syllable in the middle of my name when she says it, "Jee-ake." Drives me nuts. She also has such ophidiophobia (fear of snakes) that she refuses to even speak the word... she has to spell it. If you say the word "snake," she lets out a little scream.
I was a bad little boy this afternoon. We have a box of rubber snakes and insects that are used as props in a training course, so I took one and put it on the floor next to her desk while she was at lunch. Of course the moment she returned she flipped out and made one of our coworkers pick it up and put it away. She was not satisfied until it was out of sight. I commented that it must have fallen out of the box that was unpacked yesterday.
I'm such a prick.
I'm going to hell for that, I'm sure.
I'll see you there, because I know you laughed at that, just a little.
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Fuck no! I laughed A LOT! I might've peed my pants on the spot if I had witnessed that myself. Yay for hell! We'll have a party.
Next time she asks how to fill out a shipping label or what the dimensions of that box are, talk about kitties that got smashed on the road, or puppies that got eaten alive by a gator. It'll shut her up for a little bit. Hopefully.
Yep. Hell, here I come.
I can go one better than stories of dead kittens smashed on the road. I found this today. Beth told me my karma would take a hit if I put it in the parking lot under her car tires.
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