"Good" Parenting

So....Had a little chat today with someone who works in the other department Bleh is squatting in until our colleague returns from sabbatical. Turns out this person can't stand Bleh's drama-magnet  shenanigans either! (Who knew!?)

Turns out The Daughter, aka Mini-Bleh, has full-blown depression and is suicidal. She's dropped out of school and now apparently follows Bleh around the office: to the printer, to the bathroom, to the water cooler. Oh boy...

It gets worse. The Daughter is having to sleep BETWEEN HER PARENTS in their bed because she's on suicide watch or something! OMG and eww! Of course, we know this because Bleh can't keep her trap shut to save her life; if something's gonna get her attention, she'll say/do it.

Now, my heart goes out to this poor child. It's obvious that 18 years of smothering and  helicoptering by the two most insane and self-absorbed parents on the planet has finally taken its toll on her mental well-being; however, I think she can still be saved. If she moves out, gets some meds and therapy, and doesn't see her whacked mommie and daddy for a few years, she can probably overcome the snow job they've done on her. It'll be tough though --- especially since the kid has no money and thinks her parents are her best fwends.

Geez...Mini-Bleh is 18 so I can't call CPS. I guess I'll just have to hope for the best? Don't know what else to do.

More fake than fake

Bleh's been out of the office for two days because her 16 yr old son is sick at home.

Usually, this would not raise my eyebrow. However, it's currently a school holiday and The Husband has the days off as well. So, why isn't HE taking care of the sick kid?? Not that I want Bleh to be in the office, but dang, doesn't she realize how transparent she's being?

Doesn't The Supervisor get it? Apparently not.

Oh, the humanity. . .

Eye-roll Number 345

Long time readers know that Bleh and her daughter, Mini-Bleh, are attached at the hip, because they have an exceptionally healthy and non-dependent relationship.

Well, Mini-Bleh is off to Grandma's house and lost her cell phone. She found a phone to call her mother here at the office to tell her she lost said phone and now Bleh is off to mail her cell phone to Mini-Bleh so she can "be in contact with her at all times." (Yes, actual quote from Bleh.)

I guess Grandma has no phone? I guess Bleh can't let her kid go for more than 24 hours? I guess I get to hear all about it now, especially since Mini-Bleh will have her damned phone. Gawd! Even when the kid is in another state, she's here at the f*ckin' office.

Still here

I'm still here, folks! The job I applied for went to someone else. I guess. I didn't hear back and they have taken the posting down. Guess the recession has made it to where employers don't have to be courteous. Oh well. There will be other job openings!

I'm posting also to say that Mini-Bleh is back in the office. This kid has to come by every day to see "mommie" and dish. When I started college, the LAST thing I wanted to do was hang out with my mother. It's called "Leaving the Nest" and everyone does it. Well, everyone except Mini-Bleh who goes to college in the same town her mom works in and stops in all the f*cking time!

But I digress. Fall is in full-swing, the trees have turned color, and next week promises work holidays and good food. And yes, a break from Bleh. That's what I'll be most thankful for.

Some improvement, some backsliding

Bleh's actually been on-time for work this week! (I know! Right?) Seems her daughter doesn't like to be late. Hmmm...why couldn't her daughter have insisted on being on time for the past 4 years? Anyway, we'll see if this trend of punctuality continues. Nobody hold your breath: blue is only attractive on those Avatar characters...and even then....

In the backsliding department, now there are even more distractions because The Daughter skips in here to see "Mommie" ever 45 mins to an hour. Why? To chit-chat, of course! Cuz they're like BBF! OMG!

I'm feeling a bit nauseous, so I'll leave today's report there. Hope all you readers out there in Schadenfreude Land are doing better than I.

May Day

Bleh arrived with her entourage (read: her children) again this morning. She actually got here earlier than usual, only 4 minutes after eight instead of her usual 15. Almost immediately, her cell rang and she tottered off to chat. We probably won't see her again for another 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, I got here at 7:45 and have been working until now. How sad that this break is filled with reporting on Mrs Awful and her ever-present brood... Gods....I guess one of her chickens will be here all the time starting soon. (See The Internship.)

A bit of good news... Bleh is off for the rest of the week starting tomorrow! Her vewy special Mommie is in town. As you may imagine, around the office we've been informed of this very important visit for weeks. [Eye roll.]

Yeah, it's great that your mom is visiting, Bleh, I just wish you would have taken more time off, you know, and given the rest of us some time to celebrate too.

UPDATE: Bleh's kid has interrupted her (and therefore everyone else) 10 times today. That, plus the 7 personal calls has kept Bleh pretty damned busy. The Husband even swung by today to take the kids to lunch. Why didn't he take them home? Or to school? What the hell is going on?

Oh, and Bleh has wondered why I wear headphones all the time. Gee... I wonder why I would do that...?

Family Ties

You all know how much of a helicopter parent Bleh is, right? Well, turns out she's gotten her daughter an internship here, starting this summer. Yes, Bleh and her Bleh-spawn will both be working here.

I know, WTF, right??!! Geez...

Everybody dance!

Or get fed up. Either way, here's another post about Bleh.

Today she's been on the phone trying to figure out dance lessons for her daughter next year. The kid has "elected" to graduate high school a year early* so she can go to the local university, conveniently located 30 minutes from the BFE Bleh n' Family live in now.

So, Daughter will go to college a year early, and continue to live the sheltered life at home with her helicopter parents. Yikes! I feel bad for the kid, but maybe this impending life-wreck will encourage her to grow a pair and stand up to her coddlers? Or maybe not. Perhaps she'll become another entitled office drone who bugs the shit out of her co-workers by airing her personal business?

*Who wants to bet mommy and daddy pushed her to do this?

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.

She's baaaaaack...

Well, the first twelve minutes of work were great. No Bleh.

Then she arrived. She's still on the other end of the building, but I can hear her cracking voice yapping about how hard it was to drop off Little Whiny (a.k.a. her daughter) at ballet camp this weekend. Oh boohoo. It seems today many parents have this bizarre drive to be bestest pals with their kids or something. It's weird. Back in my day, most mothers I knew were happy to drop their kids off at camp or whatever for a couple weeks just to get some peace and quiet and give little Timmy or Tammy a chance to learn to handle life on their own.

Uh-oh, here she comes. Please please please god, don't let her tell me about her stay at the Ambassador. [Covering ears, humming loudly...]