Not for the Faint of Gut

Yesterday there was a rather irritating "know-it-all" type of person in my office who I was trying to help. She was young, probably early 20's, a bit overweight, sloppily dressed, and had an air of unwarranted arrogance about her that gave off the impression she was trying to seem older and more experienced than she actually was. I was really trying hard to get her out of my office as quickly as possible, right up until the point where I completely lost control and literally almost vomited all over her face.

What would warrant such a visceral reaction, you ask? The lady hoisted one of her chubby legs across the other one, looked down at a fresh scar amidst the prickles of unshaven hair on her calf, picked the scar off with her stubby fingernails, and ATE IT right in front of me as though it were a piece of gum. Honestly. Almost vomited.

Just Keep Paying Me

There have been some big changes at work this week and I'm not sure how I feel about them yet. My job is not in danger, but my love of my job may be at stake, and I'm not willing to give that up without a fight. I have a feeling that this quarter will be a real time of trial not only for me, but for my coworkers as well, and I'm less than enthused about the upcoming months. That being said, I will still do my job diligently and hopefully with at least a tiny shred of skill and hopefully things will at the least maintain their current level of acceptability. Come January 1st, we'll see what my paycheck looks like and if I am not pleased it may be time to test the waters outside my large-windowed, great-view office.