Sweater time

Remember back in the 80's when B1ll C0sby used to wear those hideous sweaters on tv? Well, Bleh's sporting something rather similar today. It's tunic-length, with buttons down the front and features colors of black, pink, orange and green. The only good thing about it is the sweater covers her ass. No wedgies (that we can see anyway) today!

My mind's playin' tricks on me...

Okay, so the kid isn't here as a passive-aggressive move. She's here because -- get this -- she has 2 college visit days and she decided she didn't want to go to school today. Her mother is letting her skip school AND brought her here instead. Um, shouldn't the kid use the day to, oh I don't know....visit a college??!! Instead, we get more in-office babysitting here at The Office that Time Forgot.

Sheesh.

The kid is back

Bleh brought her daughter to work today. Shouldn't she be in school or something? Instead she's here hangin' with the interns...chatting away.

UPDATE: I think I know why the kid is here -- I asked last week that the interns be reminded that personal phone calls (especially those 10 minutes or longer*) be curbed. You should already guess in a universe set up to foil any joy, the interns are managed by Bleh. I guess Bleh's trying her passive-aggressive best to annoy me. I hate to say it, but it's working.

*Yep, two interns last week had 40-60 minute calls. Bleh (their immediate sup) didn't say a word. The overall Supervisor was out of the office. Surprise... So now instead of annoying phone calls I get annoying in-person shit.

Interrupting Cow

You know the old knock-knock joke...

Knock, knock. Who's there? Interrupting Cow. Interrupting Cow... MOO!

Well, a colleague came over to me this morning and asked where she could find some specific materials. I was in the middle of answering her when Bleh came over, uninvited*, inserted herself into the situation, and led my colleague off to find the materials.

Um, WTF, Bleh?

*Of course.

A Change of Position

No, unfortunately not Bleh. She's still right where she's always been -- chipping away at my reason to live with her grating voice at the desk 10 feet away. The change is actually in another department, but comes with Bleh-related news.

One of Bleh's Fat Ass Wednesday pals, whom we'll call Perky, has been promoted to senior secretary. Putting these two in the same square footage is like mixing Coke with Pepsi --- overly sugary with a bad aftertaste. Now that Perky doesn't have to work weekends, I have a sinking feeling she'll be stopping by Bleh's desk more often, not only to weigh-in physically, but socially as well.

I'm sure you're dying to know a bit about Perky, so here goes:

• Hair: Dorothy Hamill circa 1982
• Pants: better-fitting than Bleh's (but then again, who's aren't? Seriously!) but still awkwardly high around the ankles
• Voice: Paula Deen, but higher
• Loves: The Jesus, sending mushy emails to everyone in the office, chocolate, personal fitness, and ponies! (Gods, I can just see her now, holding court at Curves.)

2010 is going to be quite a year... Sigh. Lucky for you...not so lucky for me. Thanks for reading.

Post Holiday Lull

Things have been mostly quiet around here. Granted, I've been blocking out a lot of noise with my headphones, but Bleh has pretty much been sitting quietly at her desk. It's kinda weird, ya know? Sure, her horse laugh is still polluting the air, but I haven't had to sit through too many stories of her holiday travel.

So, this isn't a ranty post, but a post nonetheless. I'm sure she'll cock something up soon and of course I'll record it here, but until then, peace to you all.

The kid

Bleh brought her daughter to work today. I guess the local schools are out for the holidays?? Dunno. Regardless, the kid is here, and yapping, whispering, and general disruptions are my treat today. Oh. Joy.

I wish the Supervisor would say/do something, but she doesn't seem to notice that the kid is even here. This is not a daycare. Unfortunately I can't say anything because then there will be a big blow-up of "Why can't my daughter be here? She's not hurting anyone! Whine whine whine!" and no one to back me up. Why do I have to be the bad guy? I'm not the one disturbing the office.

Bleh really does think she deserves special privileges. And since there is no god, she gets them.

Printouts

Um, when I print something on the shared office computer first thing in the morning and you haven't, Bleh, then there's NO reason for you to walk over, pick up MY printout, and read it.

Oh, and Hanukkah sweaters are just as dorky and tacky as Christmas sweaters.