I go away for a week and when I come back, everything's still the same. Did I really think things would change? Bleh is so stupid, that even a frank discussion with her supervisor hasn't cracked her skull.
Number of personal calls today: seven.
Number of personal calls about her son's sleepover: five.
Number of personal calls where she described her diarrhea to the other person on the line: one.
Number of children in the office: one.
Number of days until Bleh goes away for a long weekend: one.
Number of braincells lost when she told me she'll be making "whoopee" with her mandolin-playing husband this weekend: too many to count.
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