December 17, 2002
Bobblehead
OK, there's a new kid in town who wants some of this, and I'm just about through. Her name (isn't really, but from this point forward) is Bobblehead. She's an associate director, and a tout petit little person. She's short and very, very thin, and her head is too big for her body. So, because she looks like a bobblehead, that's her new name. Because I can. In fact, she works for The (Little) Man. She fecked up really really bad. I told her how to fix it, and in essence put shame upon her Ph.D., and so she decided to turn the tables on me and blame me for her ineptitude. Fortunately, my boss was paying attention to all of this, and he defended me and made her look like this small. But that makes the third person at this place who has done this to me. I couldn't give a feck about Bobblehead, except when she DIES A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH (but I'm not bitter), I just don't understand why I'm such a target. Why me? All I've done is bust my ass for these people. I get up at the crack of dawn to face a horrible commute in any weather. I work long hours doing quality work, and this is what I get? People who betray me and blame me for their mistakes? Because they're too small and spineless to admit that they're feckin human and they make feckin mistakes? I swear to God!! What did I do?
Alls I got to say is that in my next life I'd better be feckin rich!
I got to go. Buffy's on.
