Masacre

............in the office that is.

My coworker drives me nutz.........really!  Bless her heart (it's a southern thing) she has ADD but can't add...you know the kind.  2+2 can be right in her face but for the love of it she wouldn't see it.....and she's the AP lady and keeper-upper of house building quotes etc.  But when I say "did you get the fax from xxx?" she says NO, then lo and behold what do I find on her desk?  Yet she'll call one of the super's and say "I got that fax for ya!   

One day I'm gonna kill her.......I've been saying it for years and I say it at least once a week.  Today was no exception.  Mulitplicity.

She bought me a rubber band gun back from her hiking trip because "you're always saying you're gonna shoot me"....how thoughtful.

Plus she sings, well pretends to.  Bless her heart (there's that southern thing again that actually means "she's stupid") but she's off key.  Flat as a board, bless her heart.

The boss is sending me to court on Friday......to take care of his daughter's accident ticket.  Well, they are leaving on a jet plane that morning so she can't do it herself....hmmm...do you smell something spoiled here?  She only had her license for 6 days, then crash! her fault.  Anywho, they'll be on their way North, so I have all the paperwork in hand and ready to go in and tell em, we've got it covered, paid for, here's the proof.  But he'll owe me big time..........

Like the time I kept him from getting arrested when he was in Jamaica ......and I sooooooooo wanted to let him get arrested (evil laugh) just to teach him a lesson.  BUT, again, coworker.....said Nooooooooo.  So I fixed it....and rubbed it in!

Gotta shoot that coworker...................

but then again, who else could put up with ME? 

Choices, oh choices.