My co-worker Jessicunt returned to work after her week-long vacation attired in a new, so-tight-I-could-see-the-34b-tag-with-her-bra-size-on-it Tinkerbell* t-shirt that said "I'm so done with you". She's choosing to embark along the path of the silent treatment, which works for me since her shrew-like voice and bitchy attitude annoy me, anyway.
*obviously a reference to my short blonde hair
The paranoid one also tried to enlist our boss to look on my computer to find my blog link so she could make sure I wasn't writing about her, but she's shit out of luck since I never access it from work. Now that I know this, though, I will make it a point to write about her weekly. One thing I would tell her: remember the two weeks you didn't talk to me after your dad flirted with me at the bar? Well, honey, he did much more than flirt (not very well, bless his tiny boner, but he did try).
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oh my, You think I dont remember but I do. Well she asked for it. Tinkerbell my ass
LOL! MissJ has alot to learn about the ire of the Q...
*simpering* "Mr.StrongBossMan? Do you think you could pretty pleeeease look at that MEAN ole unsubserviant (Nonsubserviant? Insubserviant? whatever.) girl's computer for me, 'cause I fear she is writing TERRIBLE and HORRIBLE things about moi. MOI! oh please, please help me..."
ugh.
;)t
I'd love to comment, but ah just washed ma hair.
You have mail.
On second thought, maybe I do have a comment.
So she doesn't even have the balls to talk to you face to face huh? Using a T-shirt, how wimpy ass is that? OH and then going to the boss, "make indi stop writting about me" lmao reminds me of when my brother and I were in the back seat... He's touching me! He's on my side! He's looking at me! LMAO Little kid stuff. Too funny. BIG HUGS, Steph
Snap her bra. Then kiss her on the cheek after you tell her how much you missed her.
Seriously. I'm quite positive it'll stop her childish shit.
Kat: so glad you made the move! I hope blogger gave you a discount rate for all those goats.
Terri: that describes her to a T! One time we were at Lowe's picking up 5 gallon containers of...something..and she let me and the woman saleslady load them all up. Guess she didn't want to break a nail.
Jock: Baby Jane? (I TRY!)
Mayor: Haha. Lose some of your hair and you've got it!
And Darren? Still working on the photo...it's me, I know it is!
Steph: I just hope she doesn't pull out some tape, divide up the office, and tell me to stay on my side ;)
Sarah: I totally would, except she has cooties. Er, was that crabs?
No. Not "Baby Jane." "The Cabin in the Cotton." One of Bette's first. And much to your chagrin, I'm sure, it was before even MY time.
Can we have her phone number to prank call her? that would be sooo much fun!!!
Chuckle @ "not very well, bless his tiny...."
Oh, Sweet Jesus! Hahahahahahahahaha! Ahhhhhhhhhh hahahahahahahaha!
I just threw my head back and laughed so hard that I made a strange honking noise (don't worry; it's happened before) that drew my two timid bosses out of their caves to check on me.
As I wiped the tears from my face, I told them (quite convincingly, I might add) that I'd slammed my finger in a desk drawer while retrieving the correction fluid for a typewriter mistake. THAT'S what the noise and tears were all about.
God, if I'd told them I snuck onto the Internet and had a belly laugh about a tiny boner, their heads would've spun completely around on their necks.
I can't have THAT on my conscience now, can I?
Honestly. If I had a workmate like that, I'd have to wear my gun to work. And leave my anti-depressants in clear sight. Just so they, you know. Know.
*rolling off my desk chair laughing my ass off*
:)~
How's the kitty?
Haha-ha-ha
Oh...my...God...
OMFG. That is too funny. How imbarrassing. I bet he thought he was the man with it too huh? WOW. Send her home, fuck it.
ok well i am trying to add a pic of me as tinkerbell but can't figure it out.
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