Work...19:53 Mar 13 2011
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What a week:
* Instead of shouting 'Fire!' in a room full of women, if you want to get them moving, just shout "Marines!" I did just that one day when I eyed two very attractive Marines in dress uniform in the cafeteria - surrounded by a bunch of teeny booper-acting women. All five of the women in the office - including my boss - ran over each other to see the manmeat. It was hilarious.
* Bobsie Twin #2 decided to rack up more points against her (I haven't gotten revenge on her and Bobsie #1 yet for the cougar comment). I'm trying my best to be low-key with an old fart of a hippie in a 60's fringe suede jacket, who was trying to flirt. He gave me a compliment and I thanked them. That should have been the end of it...but nooo. Bobsie #2 comes up to say "Oh yes, she is a hottie, huh? Check out those bright red nails!" The old hippie says 'Yeah - I was checking that out. I like what I see...yeeeaah..."
He makes googly eyes at me, starts singing Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever", then winks when he finally leaves. Bobsie Twin #2 told me that he was still giving the thumbs up to her behind my back. Jesus...and I don't even have long nails.
* On Friday - my usual off day - I go in to work, to start making up the two days I missed, as I'm already getting paid for them. As soon as I get in, Big Momma says "When you get a chance, could you please check the cocoa machine? It's not working"...Okay - no biggie. I put my purse away, and come to tend to the machine. I open it up, and find powdered crap all over the place. I asked who prepped the machine, and was told that Big Momma did. I go to her, and show her what she did before I do the clean up. She apologizes profusely, then grabs a Dasani, and disappears into the office. Um...I was expecting her to help me clean up the mess and learn how to work the machine properly...duh???
Anyway, it took me over 45 minutes to clean, test, and reset the damn thing. Later on, she comes out to get her cocoa, as usual. I'm ready to break my foot off in her ass, but I keep cool.
* We also had a meeting after work on Friday, to go over stuff. (On Fridays, the cafeteria closes early, as it's almost dead on that day). Anyway, right when our boss - the head guy - is talking, Big Momma starts doozing off - she is snoring right in the man's face. Our other boss is in shock, with her mouth hanging open. All of us are. She gently nudges Big Momma with her toe, and Big Momma awakes with a start. She apologizes, and excuses herself from the office. She missed out on important stuff that was directed at her specifically, but she was somewhere else sleeping, no doubt. Good grief.
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DestroyingAngel
22:38 Mar 31 2011
:O