A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- today was about as much fun as getting 500 papercuts on my crotch and diving into a swimming pool filled with lemon juice and jalapeno pulp Somebody whined to the new 2nd in command about my occasional outbursts of net-use in the office. The 2nd in command had been my supervisor but is now the new #2 and was in quite the pissy mood today. So everyone had to jump through extra hoops today to pacify her outburst of neurotic "neat-freak"ness. boo. I lost more time in my productivity trying to tidy up than i do from any of my little net-breaks and today i had a fucking lot more on the line as far as tasks to accomplish. feh. Plus, i'll bet it was my new supervisor, former protege of the 2nd in command who likes to gripe about other people being noisy but has no compunction about being loud herself, especially on some rather inappropriate topics at times, like the other day when she was on the phone and going on and on about some rural property she owns and about some sort of composting toilet for the property since it is in an area just undeveloped enough not to have all the modern facilities. such a fucking apple polisher i swear 5:48 p.m. - 2003-07-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||