September 25, 2001
Fury
My mind is ablaze with fury. X warned me when she came back that I would have to choose my battles wisely. I don't believe that I have done that so far. In essence, then, it is my fault for letting this get out of hand. However, I am only trying to streamline processes that were in place after she left. We changed our entire department and its strategies and planning to become more efficient and supportive of our "customers." She comes back and tears it all up because RJ, DS, and PD were wrong and uninformed. That's why they're all millionaires, thanks to a brilliant idea and a successful dot.com. She's an egomaniacal, power-hungry, lying, back-stabbing bitch who doesn't like the fact that her people know more about their jobs than she does. MS made a huge, gargantuan mistake by bringing her back here. If I didn't have sooooo much to lose, monetarily, I would be out the door, happily answering phones at the Mandarin Oriental or something. I hate her. I truly, truly do. What the fuck.
Other bits heard around the office today:
"God made a mistake (sic) and made my hair brown. It should be black, in my humble opinion."
Personally, I think God has a little more up on your queen ass when it comes to color coordination and design...in my humble opinion.
I haven't been able to post anything in the last two days because of her. Apparently she likes to watch the mice run around in their cages all day long. It sucks because I am finally getting the hang of this HTML stuff, and, and I got a free web server on which to store my various trinkets. So now I'll be able to post pictures and stuff and all kinds of kitschy little things that will make my blog really white trash. I'll try to keep it all to a minimum. I promise.
