So I got here a little late as usual.  I always stay a little late anyway.

Snide (the head secretary in this joint) is like "Does anyone have any schedule changes?  Does anyone have any schedule changes" as she wonders around navigating her wide butt down the aisle.  I don't ... so I don't answer.  I just glare in today's usual manner.

Then I hear my name.  Oh bitch don't even start with me today.  "Has Cubicle Dwellers schedule changed again to 8:30?"  Her way of announcing to everyone that I was late, but you know what?  I was only 5 minutes late you twit, just because you can't see me doesn't mean I can't see you, or hear you.  

Right at that moment my boss was walking past my desk and heard me loudly mumble "No, it has not changed you freakin idiot" ... he just glanced at me and moved quickly away knowing it's best to just leave me alone.  

Then what does she have to go and do?  Call me.  I'm actually glad she didn't walk over here and ask me to my face because my face is not very shiny happy and that could have been misinterpreted ... or maybe it just tells the truth.  "Has your ..." I cut her off, "No, it has not changed."

"Okay, thank you!" She says in her perkiest voice.

Oh now don't even tell me that someone has a case of the Moondays, I might just have to ...

Hey, the Gerbil left ... the noise has stopped.  Oh thank god, free at last, free at last.

Nevermind, she's back ... but drinking water ... so maybe that means she done with her morning styrofoam snack.  Nevermind, she is now shoveling something else into her mouth.  At least it's a quiet food.