More than one pair of culottes, that is. Bleh not only owns a pair of khaki 'lottes, she also has a culotte outfit. It's pink and, at first glance, appears to be a 2-piece dress (blouse & skirt). However, when she does her odd horsey walk down the hall, it becomes quite clear it's not a skirt she's wearing. Thankfully it's billowy enough to prevent her from sporting her usual lift-and-separate butt cleavage. Eww.
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Who am I?
I'm a typical office worker in a typical 8-5 office. I'm a pretty tolerant person, except when it comes to invasive, annoying people. For some reason the gods have stuck me with Bleh for 40 hours a week. She thinks the world exists to listen to her and validate her boring, and usually poor, life choices.
Who is Bleh? And why can't I stand her?
She's my very annoying coworker. She previously worked from home so she has no social or personal skills for a real-world office. She thinks EVERYTHING is about HER.
She takes being a busybody to the level of extreme sport. Any private conversation within 30 feet is hers to butt into.
Her husband has a job that doesn't require regular hours, yet he thinks she can blow off her job to schlep the kids around to soccer & ballet practice, make personal calls for him, and take assignments from the boss of her other job (a part-time gig) while she's at this office.
She's one of those people who has to have attention no matter what: good or bad. This means everyone within earshot gets to hear all about her poor personal financial choices (and resulting problems), fights with her husband over the phone, her health, and the junk-ass boat they bought last year and how they go "sailing" in it. Oh, and now there's a plane in the picture; that is, if The Husband can learn to fly it.
I can't help knowing all this crap because she NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT IT.
Unfortunately, our mutual supervisor is afraid of conflict and won't give Bleh boundaries. This blog is my one and only release since I'm unable to put a soundproof wall or another continent between Bleh and myself. Or shoot her out an airlock.
She takes being a busybody to the level of extreme sport. Any private conversation within 30 feet is hers to butt into.
Her husband has a job that doesn't require regular hours, yet he thinks she can blow off her job to schlep the kids around to soccer & ballet practice, make personal calls for him, and take assignments from the boss of her other job (a part-time gig) while she's at this office.
She's one of those people who has to have attention no matter what: good or bad. This means everyone within earshot gets to hear all about her poor personal financial choices (and resulting problems), fights with her husband over the phone, her health, and the junk-ass boat they bought last year and how they go "sailing" in it. Oh, and now there's a plane in the picture; that is, if The Husband can learn to fly it.
I can't help knowing all this crap because she NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT IT.
Unfortunately, our mutual supervisor is afraid of conflict and won't give Bleh boundaries. This blog is my one and only release since I'm unable to put a soundproof wall or another continent between Bleh and myself. Or shoot her out an airlock.
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1 comment:
I just found your blog and had to read through the entire thing from the beginning. I thought maybe you worked in our office ... culottes; phone calls about everything from her adult son's college classes to her legal problems finding ex-hub to pay for said classes; hours worked... but then I realized no one here (but me) has the computer skills to blog. LOL
I finally had to turn in my resignation; it is all just too much...
Funny thing yesterday; *our* Bleh was taking a vacation day, and the "retired" former worker filled in (she actually left to get away from this woman!). The owner walks into my office and says, "it's so nice to have a pleasant person at the desk and know that my patients are being taken care of." Then at the end of the day, he says, "why can Former Worker get everything done and be out of here by 5:30 and Bleh is here until 7pm?" At least he finally notices... too late, but notices nonetheless.
Eight more working days and I'm history. I wish you luck.
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