The Supervisor

Over the years many readers have asked about The Supervisor and what her deal is. (Dear gods, this situation has been going on for years! I need a minute...okay, I'm back.) She avoids conflict at all costs, hence Bleh's ability to get away with just about anything*. I learned recently that the Sup did not even want to become head of my department (this happened before I started working here) and that the Head Honcho basically moved her into that position.

Great. So what I've wondered about for years has been confirmed---I've got a timid (or apathetic?) supervisor on the one hand, and a functionally crazy person spazzing all over the office spewing narcissistic drama on the other. Lucky me sits in-between them. A colleague of mine who works in another department and knows firsthand of Bleh's special brand of Teh Crazy, told me to keep a log of all the nut-job things she does so  there would be a record in case Bleh gets let go for incompetence and decides to sue when the new Head Honcho comes later this summer.

In the good news corner: I didn't catch Mono. At least I don't think I did. Also, I had a phone interview last week regarding a very promising job elsewhere. We'll see if it scores me an in-person interview...

Today's Pants Report: Yep, wedgie. How does she wear those pants all day without screaming?

*Special hours, leaving during the day for random personal reasons, in-office babysitting, texting all day, etc.

Just Adorable.

Awwww....Bleh and The Husband "spontaneously" decided to get breakfast this morning. At least that's the reason Bleh gave for being 30 minutes late today. Our Supervisor just giggled and didn't say anything to her.

Wow.

Maybe I should pull that stunt tomorrow? I like a hot breakfast instead of cold poptarts at my desk any day.

Widdle Baby Boy Needs Some Sweep...

Bleh emailed us to say she'd be late this morning because she wanted her son to be able to sleep in before his last final exam today.

Uh, okay...? How does that make Bleh late for work?

Oh, right...The Husband is completely helpless, so obviously he can't take the kid to school. What a weird family. And yet again, they have an impact upon my workplace. Sheesh.

A little Drama and some Ass

Readers have asked if Mini-Bleh is hot or if Bleh has a nice ass. The answer to both questions is a resounding "No." Here's a visual -- I can honestly compare Bleh's butt to a bag of apples: a small bag with a lot of apples in it with a large crease in the middle. Yuck. Mini-Bleh has a rather plain face, usually with a confused expression draped across it. She's about 19 and has a slender build and fortunately seems to have avoided her mother's fashion faux pas of too-tight pants. Unfortunately, despite her rather normal dress, she's still a pathetic creature who calls her mother "mommie" in public.

Now, let's get down to today's "drama." It's in quotes because it's completely manufactured by Bleh, as is per usual. Apparently a coworker is out today because she is very depressed. Instead of leaving the poor woman alone, Bleh has taken it upon herself to tell EVERYONE in the office this coworker's business, and has even gone so far as to tell (not ask) Teh Supervisor that she was going to go over to the sad coworker's house because she "can't concentrate" and is "worried." This was at 10:30 this morning.

Yes, you read that correctly: The Sup didn't stop Bleh from just leaving the office on a whim, nor did she tell Bleh she'd have to use her leave time to go. No, Bleh is apparently in charge around here and can do whatever the hell she wants. Geez.

While I feel badly for the depressed coworker, I feel even more badly for her because she had to endure a visit from Bleh. What could be more depressing than that? Yikes!

30 Minutes is Actually 50. In Bleh-math.

Bleh had the kids at work (as is her usual) this morning, and for whatever reason took them somewhere at 9:30. As she left, she told me and The Supervisor that she was "taking half [her] lunch hour" and would "be right back."

Well, she did come back, at 10:22. Now you may see that and say, gee, way to waste time and watch the clock! Yes, I admit it's nit-picky; however, it's just another example of how Bleh gets special privileges because of her children.

And I'm really f*cking tired of her and her special privileges.

An actual email sent to me and the Supervisor from Bleh

Hi guys, Just wanted to let you know that I'm coming in at 8:30 today. We got to sleep in a bit since [the son] has no school today! See you soon. [Bleh]

Wow. Wonder if I spit out a few kids I can get special privileges too?

45 Minutes

Bleh strolled in 45 minutes late this morning. She told the Supervisor she had to drop her daughter off at the public library today, but found out the library doesn't open til 10. So they called the daughter's friend, whose mother (whom Bleh said looked like she was on drugs) came to pick the daughter up. (Why isn't the kid in school?!)

That said, Bleh then proceeded to ask Supervisor if she could take a long lunch to run errands because she worked through lunch yesterday. Supervisor actually said yes!

Um, didn't Bleh just walk in 45 minutes late? How does that not practically cancel out her extra hour from yesterday??

Wow. Just wow.

Yes, I'm keeping my eyes open for another job or line of work. Something where I won't have to listen to banal people droning on and on about their boring children. Yes, I know that will be difficult.

8:00 = 8:34 in Bleh World

• Arrived: 8:09 am.
• Chatted about pecans, working late for Job #2, and other sad personal crap: 10 minutes
• Went to get coffee: 8:20 am.
• Finally sat down at her desk to work or something: 8:34 am*.
• Being a shiftless laze-about: priceless.

*You wanna know something really creepy (or pathetic, depending on how you look at it)? I guessed she'd finally get around to working at 8:34am and I was right. Jeesus.

The many shades of Bleh

• Bleh strolled in at 8:30(!) this morning with not a peep about being late, nothing. She just sauntered in like she owned the place. (Well, I guess in some whacked-out way she does, seeing as how The Supervisor doesn't seem to give a shit.) Why do I bother busting my balls to get to the office at 8?
• After I returned from lunch, she asked The Supervisor if the lunch hour she just "worked" through can count towards time off. Sup said, "Sure." Then Bleh said she'd count it in her next pay period. Huh? I have no clue how these 2 work anything out regarding time worked. It seems Bleh doesn't use her normal leave time ever. She just "works" during lunch and counts that toward flexible time. I say "works" because there's no one here to see if she actually does anything; we're all, you know, at lunch.
• I think she broke the water cooler. It was just fine until she touched it.

Math in Bleh's World

Bleh told The Supervisor at 11:40 she was going to lunch and would be back in an hour and a half. She pledged to make this extra time up tomorrow. (Whatever. She pulls that shit all the time.) What's eating me is that she waltzed back in just now, over 2 hours later.

What did Sup say? Nothing.

Strange Entitlement

Bleh arrived 15 minutes late today (as usual). She put her stuff down at her desk, then waltzed over to tell the Sup that she'd be leaving early at 3 today. Why? Because she is tired from helping The ML move in this weekend AND because of that she didn't get to finish her work for her other job, so she's skipping out on this one to go home to work on that one. And so she doesn't have to use as much leave, she's "skipping lunch" today too. What bullshit!

What's next? She's gonna start flinging her own poo at the Sup? Geez. Well, here's to lying down and taking it...

UPDATE: Bleh just left a voicemail for her other job's boss saying she'd leave this job early to finish working on that job. Bleh is so thoughtful. She remembers to let both bosses know how incapable she is of time management and being professional! Oh and don't forget subtlety.

The Importance of being Bleh

Bleh announced to the Sup yesterday that since she decided for herself to take only half-lunches this week, she was going to leave early today. Um, thanks for telling us? Whatever happened to requesting time off? Ohhhh...that's right, Bleh doesn't have to do that. She's an almighty clerk who can do whatever the fuck she wants. Like yak on the phone for 20 minutes this morning with someone about how she can't meet them this weekend because she doesn't want to use up her precious gas (by driving into town from her BFE residence). Very work-related.

On the bright side, she will be leaving early which will allow my skin to stop crawling earlier than usual on a weekday. I can even remove my earphones for a while. Silver linings for everyone!

Decorating

Yes, decorating. That's what Bleh's yapping on the phone about at this very moment. Oh, and she also declared to myself and the Supervisor that she'll be leaving at 3pm today and skipping her lunch to make up the time. Funny, our lunch hour is just that: an hour. 3pm - 5pm is two hours, if I'm not mistaken. Perhaps Bleh has never learned simple math?

What I'm loving extra hard right now? My supervisor NOT calling Bleh on this fact. Sweet Jesus, can I get a cocktail?

Holy Shit --- she just won't stop today...

Now Bleh's on the phone talking another coworker somewhere else (another department?) through the ordering process for the food co-op they're both in. Bleh even offered to leave the office and go help this person complete this non-work-related task(!).

Gee, why even come in today, Bleh? You've obviously got so much going on in your personal life.

Some news is not good news

Well it turns out Bleh isn't going anywhere. At least not to another office, anyway. Sigh. I overheard her talking to the Supervisor this morning about scheduling her 2-week vacation next summer. Sure, it'll be great to get 2 weeks off from her, but damn, I was kinda hoping she would just get another job. Guess no one else would hire her.

Also, school's back in session, so she came in 20 minutes late this morning (her usual fall and spring schedule). It turns out The Husband chose to teach a late class Tues-Thurs this semester, so he can't take the daughter to ballet. (He doesn't have to do anything, it seems. Just be a pampered baby.) To accommodate her daughter, Bleh's worked up a funky schedule so she can take off work to schlep said kid to dance twice a week. Oh, and--get this!--she told the Sup that she will be in about 20 minutes late every morning from now on because of getting her kids to school. Why get up earlier when you can just be late to work?

Gee, how thoughtful of you to let us know, Bleh. You reproduced and now you get special work hours?! You get to come in late every day?! You're gonna work through lunch and leave early? On a weekly basis?! Geez! I have nothing against working mothers, but Bleh is really terrible at managing her personal life. And here, she gets a special pass from the Sup for it. WTF?