She’s going crazy with the printing. I’m just sitting here, reading the news, and she needs to confirm if I’m printing. She then asks everyone within ear shot if they’re going to print. Someone says yes, so she orders them to print now, then asks, “ARE YOU GOOD NOW?” and “DO YOU KNOW WHERE THEY KEEP THE LETTER HEAD?” after she steals a piece from her secret stash
I’m back in the Philadelphia office for one last day of cleaning up all the loose ends I left and I noticed some interesting changes. First of all, cubey says, “ITS SOOOOOO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN” but I’m not sure how she could see me since she was almost standing on top of me.
Second, she’s moving for the position of “Alpha-Female of the printer” since our printer is the only one that seems to work on the network. She is requiring people to identify themselves (seriously) prior to printing so she knows who is printing when. This is partially because she keeps putting in 20 sheets of letterhead to print 1 letter, but partly because she has to assert her dominance over the other women who print. If a dude prints, like me or one of the attorneys, she’s all nice and cheerful and passive. But any girl who wants to print is observed and lectured on to announce when they are printing so she doesn’t get flustered.
Then, the best part, a quote from my replacement:
I totally heard the death threats the other day and I had to keep the laughter in!!! so afraid to change cubicles.
She doesn’t know about the blog…yet. I’m still debating whether I should let her take over when I don’t have a job just yet.
Another fart, this time short and wet, like if you give a raspberry but you pucker extra hard. It just sounded dirty
