A Song For Bleh (NSFW)

More Phone Calls for The Husband

Bleh's on the phone now, finding out where The Husband (who is at home today) can go to register their boat.

Because he can't call himself. No...Baby Husband Boy can't do anything for himself. I'm surprised he didn't make Bleh take off work to go register the boat herself. Sheesh.

Pita Bread

Bleh's on the phone with The Husband. She'd like some pita bread and she wants him to get the car registration updated.

Now they're talking about pita bread again.

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oklahoma! Okay!

Bleh's daughter is at ballet camp for her third summer in a row. Yes, it's the same camp that the Daughter calls from all day long, in tears, wanting to come home or complaining that she's not as pretty as the other campers....etc, etc, etc. You know, things we here in the office really give a f*ck about.

Of course, since Bleh just got back today after dropping said kid off at camp she has been yapping on the phone all morning trying to calm the nerves of her insecure offspring. (Shouldn't the kid be in some sort of camp workshop or something....??)

Ya know, if I had a kid and that kid had separation anxiety like her kid obviously does, I wouldn't send said kid to another state for 2 weeks every year! I certainly wouldn't send her AND complain about how much the kid calls but how much I miss her every day for two weeks. Or I would send the kid, tell her to suck it up, and enjoy two weeks off from teenage whining. But that wouldn't get much attention or sympathy in the workplace, so I can see why Bleh wouldn't go for that.

Readers will be relieved to know I do not own a firearm.

Babysitting day

Both kids are here today. They're trying to be "quiet," but honestly, all the whispering is MORE annoying than if they'd just speak normally. Apparently The Husband is still at home (sleeping, or not making his own phone calls I suppose), and won't be about until later, hence the kids joining us at the office.

Sad fact: The Daughter's pants don't fit her well either. Like mother, like daughter...?

Sigh............................

Bleh was out yesterday --- yes, I was overjoyed! It was so quiet and peaceful in the office. Unfortunately, she came back today. 30 minutes late. Oh, and she's also made 8 personal calls.

Sigh. The Supervisor is still out of the country and won't be back until the first week of July. Sure, I could tell her all the crap Bleh's done while she's been gone, but it wouldn't help me now. Nor would the Supervisor do anything about it. Sup seems to be happy with the "work" Bleh is doing.

To answer a reader's question, no, Bleh doesn't make up the 15, 20, or 30 minutes she misses every morning. Not to my knowledge anyway.

Why do I stick around in this job with such a horrible mess of a colleague? Simple: the money is good and I actually like what I do. I just don't like Bleh. She's the "con" on my pros and cons list. She's the burr under the saddle.

Honestly, a lot of therapy and a little religion keep me from strangling her with her ill-fitting slacks. Most days I can tune her out, but some days.... some days she's lucky I'm a civilized creature.

Four personal calls later...

She's making appointments for her kids to see their doctor now. Yeesh.

Oh, and the pilates class business from this morning? She took a "fifteen minute" break to go sign some release form. She came back 45 minutes later. Perhaps she got lost?

If you can't tell, I'm in a fairly foul mood today, and Bleh's little annoyances are HUGE to me.

Personal Calls...they just don't stop

The Supervisor is in a foreign country on vacation for the next 2 weeks, so I figured Bleh would just let her hair down and go crazy like she used to back in the 'old days'. Boy, was I right...I just didn't expect such immediate results.

It only took 30 minutes for her to hop on the phone. Today's vital call? She's trying to get The Daughter into a pilates class. A PILATES CLASS.

"I'm allergic to chlorine"

So obviously Bleh would volunteer to chaperone her daughter's class at the local waterpark. She's told just about everyone that's passed by how she "gave in" and went down the waterslide "twenty times." Then she relates her story of how her eyes were just "soooo red" last night.

Eye roll.

No pun intended.

Well, at least I got a whole day of quiet in the office yesterday. I guess it was worth it.