Okay, so maybe I'm just a tad touchy, or she is just plain annoying - almost as annoying as Snide.  God, giving me more fodder for my proverbial canon.

So there's a PO that ran out of money.  No freakin big deal.  I was told about it on Friday as I was leaving - so I told her the solution was simple, I'd make another PO and I'd even do it from home.  I did just that, while I'm away on stinkin bereavement leave.  Then yesterday, first thing in the morning, I printed out the REQ that showed it was approved and a PO was created, and left it on her chair.

Then later that afternoon I get this email:

>>> Temp Girl 4/25/2007 2:09 PM >>>

Regarding PO # 706805

Hey Cubicle Dweller,
Did you ever open a new po for this invoice or how was it going to be
resolved??? Were we going to do an increase???
Please let me know so I can send them off to be paid.
Thanks!
Temp Girl
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My reply ...

I'm assuming this is the (fill in the blank) PO  ...  please give me reference with PO
numbers, I don't know what they are off the top of my head and don't
have them arranged by number :)

Yes, I did.  I put the req on your chair.  I did it from home while I
was on bereavement leave.  So it's done - no worries.

Cubicle Dweller

............................
Man she must really be curious about it with all those dang question marks.

She then responded that she had just grabbed the papers and put them in a file and must review them.  Blah blah blah.

This morning I had to call a school (my old high school actually) and ask for a teacher ...

"Student Speaking"

"May I please speak to Harold Gardy"

The student must have had a brain fart, their was a silence, then the response ...

"Um, okay"

Silence

"Is that a teacher or student?"

Why the heck would I be calling to speak to a student?  What are these kids doing in the office? 

"A teacher"

"Harold Harvey?" she sounded a bit dumbfounded ...

"No, Harold G, Gardy - in the tech department"

"Oh, the tech department, okay."

Finally I'm transferred to a voice mailbox that is full.  After I hung up I said out loud, "That student was a bit of a ding-a-ling"

Slowpoke replies, "Students shouldn't be working"

"No, they should just put competent students at the front desk, I did a good job."

"I just don't think students should work"

"Hey, it got me out of study hall for a year ... and you should thank them, it prepared me for my future career"

To which he replied, "This is not your career"

I like my boss.

Last night I had this dream, about SNIDE!

I guess her afternoon tea with the other biddies must have triggered suppressed aggression, I was dreaming that she again was hanging around our building.  This time I kept catching what she was saying behind corners and people's backs.  Then she began talking smack about me!  I heard my name over and over again, and it was about stuff that she had done, but blamed on me (in real life), and she was still blaming me.

So I cornered her and began to tear her a new asshole, she kept denying it and giving her sarcastic smile, so I knocked her off her feet and began to smack her around and yell at her.

I better not skip my meds before bed anymore ...

Today I went to the 2nd floor to enjoy a quick lunch.  I walk in and instantly smelt the stench of dirty gossip.  Surprise, surprise ... Snide was in the building yacking with a few other biddies.  Guess she had to visit and talk some trash.  They quieted down a bit when they noticed me ... then went to the lamest topics.  Really, who cares who was dancing last night and if the guy can't shake or move his old ass tush on tv?

The new girl who's temping in Snide's old cube was with them ... but quickly had taken off.  As they were finally dissipating one commented "Oh we must have scared Temp Girl with our talk" ... more like maybe she didn't like listening to a bunch of shit talkers and minds her own business.

Oh bla-dee, oh bla-da - Life goes on ...

 

Today an old boss popped by to say "Hello", had asked how I was doing and if I'd had any new adventures.  The conversation lead to how I'm thinking of skipping town in a few years and just going wherever the tide takes me.  Maybe teach English in a foreign country.  He asked if that was my career path - teaching ... "oh no" I quickly replied ... once upon a time I was a preschool teacher.  Realized full time teaching is not my calling.  Really full time anything is not my calling.  I love my bed.

Off subject ... errt.  Okay, I'm back.  He went on to tell me that he never realized teaching was his calling until a few years ago when the stress of his job landed him in the relaxation ward of the hospital for 3 weeks.  He went back to school after 27 years or so, earned his credential, and now teaches for a charter school and couldn't be happier.  Amazing how life can do a 360 on you.

He told me that I'm an entrepreneur and that I'll go far.  I told him the world is my playground, he agreed.  A week ago I was offered an interesting opportunity for the summer - but it would require me leaving this cube for 2 1/2 months.  I told Slow Poke about it today, he told me that they rarely issue leaves of absence - but that I should go, and "we'd figure something out" when I returned.

All of me wants to do it ... except this little voice of reason that screams "Hello dumbass, you own a freakin house - you know, your investment that will fuel your future Gypsy life once you sell it.  If you leave and come back to not having a job what are you going to do?!"

I don't know.

What am I going to do?  Why am I stressing over it, I just need to jump in and make a decision ... things always seem to work themselves out.  If I don't seize this opportunity I'm sure there will be another.

Which old witch?

The wicked witch!

Ding dong the wicked witch is dead!

Snide is gone.  She flew off on one of her flying monkeys to another department to terrorize another group of cubicle dwellers.  The week before her departure she was walking around commenting how happy she was to be leaving and how she would have stayed if it wasn't for *whisper whisper whisper*.

I couldn't be happier!  Even though our new young temp doesn't know what the hell she's doing, she's nice.  A few of my co-dwellers and boss told me that I should have applied for Snide's position, but unfortunately I'm not bilingual.  That cube is much too in the open for my taste anyway, also would have had to deal with more people than I could possibly want to force a smile with.

So do a little happy dance with me - okay, that's enough.  I need a cup of coffee.

So regularly I write about the dumb things my co-dwellers do ... today I will tell you about something I did, I will blame them - I believe their stupidity has been threatening to lower my IQ or I have finally snapped and have gone a bit senile.

Last Thursday due to a case of possible Avian flu, I'm kidding, take those masks off ... I called into the office and said that I wouldn't be in.  After an entire day of sore throat, itchy ears, severe sinus pain, and a migraine I again refused to get out of bed Friday morning - couldn't even be assed to call in to work to let them know I wasn't going to be around.

I didn't venture out of my house until Saturday evening to pick up some bargain Easter Candy at Walmart.  I thought my job was bad.

Sorry, I'm going off subject a bit - still in a bit of a sinus/allergy/cold/work induced stupor. 

Yesterday I also did not come to work ... but I thought it was a Holiday.  So obviously I didn't bother to call in, then my boss called and left a message on my cell phone around 9:45 am - I didn't even drag myself out of bed until noon, he just asked for me to call him back.

I began to wonder if I could possibly have mixed up my vacation dates ... Noooo, not me!  No way!  Not possible!

I checked my office email, there were a few dated for yesterday - WHAT?!  If it's a holiday, what the heck are people doing at the office?  So I called to confirm my suspicions, our new temporary head secretary answered, I hung up.

Crap.

So what to do?  Send out a department email: 

My apologies on this notice going out so late ... apparently I marked the incorrect day on my calender - I had today marked as "Holiday - In Lieu of Admission Day" See you tomorrow.

Thanks,

Cubicle Dweller

Honesty is the best policy. No one has said a word about it to me today, so I think I'm safe.