OFFICE RANTS
celebrities' grand re-opening tonight, weeeeeeeeee...!
i'm at work diligently waiting out the day. i'm all dressed for tonight, sassy skort, sexy boots, cutie tank top and a funky jacketey-type-thing. my strange immigrant co-worker just told me that i look like a hooker! or rather i "look like the character from Pretty Woman." not cool. michelle insults you all day long and seems completely oblivious to any offense taken. she's quite ignorant 'bout the culture here but i wonder if she's secretly snickerin at us when she's hidden behind her cubicle divider.
work's pretty laid back, there's no dress code - i've often rolled out of bed and showed up in the sweats that i slept in. every now and then one of the guys'll show up with a suit on if they got a thing that night, and hey i gotta thing tonight! it's not like i'm wearing a teeny tiny skirt and come-fuck-me boots. this is definitely worse than when she told me my face looked inflated on monday or last week when she said i have big hair (i'm told she meant 'a lot of hair' but it was taken to heart none-the-less). michelle sucks and she's sortta zaney. no one knows where her mind is - ever. i had a friend, an english fluent and perfect pitch friend, come visit me at the office once and michelle welcomed her to canada. WTF!
i'm usually not one to mind talking to people who don't speak english as their native tongue - hell, i've been there and still i'm lucky to get out a proper sentence every other try - but michelle just grinds at u till u'r rippin out yer hair, stabbin urself in the eye with various office supplies and making u contemplate the possibility of paper cutting yerself to death. little things... very little things, to drive u nuts all week! she likes to substitute the word eventually for finally.
me: are u done with that commercial yet?
michelle: *exasperated* yes, eventually!
i'm at work diligently waiting out the day. i'm all dressed for tonight, sassy skort, sexy boots, cutie tank top and a funky jacketey-type-thing. my strange immigrant co-worker just told me that i look like a hooker! or rather i "look like the character from Pretty Woman." not cool. michelle insults you all day long and seems completely oblivious to any offense taken. she's quite ignorant 'bout the culture here but i wonder if she's secretly snickerin at us when she's hidden behind her cubicle divider.
work's pretty laid back, there's no dress code - i've often rolled out of bed and showed up in the sweats that i slept in. every now and then one of the guys'll show up with a suit on if they got a thing that night, and hey i gotta thing tonight! it's not like i'm wearing a teeny tiny skirt and come-fuck-me boots. this is definitely worse than when she told me my face looked inflated on monday or last week when she said i have big hair (i'm told she meant 'a lot of hair' but it was taken to heart none-the-less). michelle sucks and she's sortta zaney. no one knows where her mind is - ever. i had a friend, an english fluent and perfect pitch friend, come visit me at the office once and michelle welcomed her to canada. WTF!
i'm usually not one to mind talking to people who don't speak english as their native tongue - hell, i've been there and still i'm lucky to get out a proper sentence every other try - but michelle just grinds at u till u'r rippin out yer hair, stabbin urself in the eye with various office supplies and making u contemplate the possibility of paper cutting yerself to death. little things... very little things, to drive u nuts all week! she likes to substitute the word eventually for finally.
me: are u done with that commercial yet?
michelle: *exasperated* yes, eventually!
posted by tunabelly at 10:59 p.m.
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