|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|My co-worker, whom I usually adore, is just pissing me off this morning. She, and I, and EVERYBODY here hates and detests that guy, Arnold, the one with the humomgous butt. Well, Arnold baked for us this weekend (un-asked, un-wanted, un-everything). We never eat anything Arnold bakes. He just leaves his baked goods in our offices, and we have to guess it was from him. We don't want to encourage Arnold because we hate him. He doesn't seem to get it, as he continues to bake anyway.
This morning, there were homemade sweet-rolls on "our" table. Arnold.... My co-worker picked up the sweet-rolls and took them back to Arnold, and, I assume, told him to bake no more.
It's just waaaay too early in the morning for his kind of drama. And, in my opinion, unnecessary. I tried to get her to wait, and not just jump down the guy's throat, but she got pissed off at me too. I hope she doesn't come crying to me when H.R. calls her in for a little chat...
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|