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.
2 comments:
just give the kid a bottle of white-out to play with, i'm sure that will draw some attention to its presence
I miss your rants...too few and far between these days.
I have my own Bleck (she makes me want to...). I want to know why her husband, who is fraudulently collecting disability (another story in itself), can't call and make his own appt to get his hair cut!!
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