1. There’s a woman who sits near me, who supports a vice president, whose English isn’t always the best. She sent me something to look at. I made a few changes, and italicized them so she could see what I changed, and sent it back. Two minutes later she sent the e-mail out to everyone, WITH THE ITALICS STILL IN THE DOCUMENT. So it looks kind of like this, with words italicized for no reason whatsoever.
2. Megacough McYakkity has been keeping it up non stop with the sneezing and the talking to herself and the nonstop noise making. I’ve discovered that one of her responsibilities is keeping track of her team’s budget, which she apparently hasn’t been doing for the entire year, because they’re running year end reports and nothing is adding up right and she’s freaking out over and over and over and making phone calls to people acting like an enormous bitch. This does not make working across from her any easier. I’ve started imagining smashing various office machinery on her head, or setting her cube to self destruct so that each panel falls on her, one by one, crushing her. Then I do a dance on top of the rubble.
3. This may be a little too much information, so I apologize in advance. Sometimes, I have to use the bathroom stalls at work, instead of just the urinals. When I do, I choose the handicapped stall because a. it’s bigger, b. it’s got its own sink, and c. there are no handicapped people on my floor so I’m not going to be inconveniencing anyone. Someone else likes to use this stall as well, and they apparently like to wet up a bunch of paper towels, presumably to wipe down the seat before they use it, and then they throw the wet paper towels on top of the toilet paper. WTF????? Why are they ruining the paper for everyone else???? This isn’t the first time they’ve done this. Fortunately, they only ruined one roll this time. Still, I want to camp out in the men’s room, figure out who’s doing this, and kick their ass. I don’t care if it’s one of the huge maintenance guys. I highly doubt it’s one of them anyway. It’s one of those fucking douchebag middle managers who thinks he is so important when he’s just a fucking incompetent piece of shit idiot.
I need a drink. Fortunately, I’m about to put on my tuxedo and head down to the Moth Ball at Capitale. Ta ta for now.