Inside her mind..
31 year old gal. Lives in Boulder, CO. Eats non-dairy powdered coffee creamer for fun. Surrounds herself with dogs, horses, friends, and one hot boy. (this is a temporary blogger template - stay tuned for major changes)Tuesday, October 23, 2001
Ready for another bitch entry?
Ok, so I'm sitting at my desk and P comes into my cube. He has no respect for personal space, okay? It's not like I have a big office here, I can almost smell his nastiness. Anyways, he wants to look in my lab notebook but he doesn't ask, he just comes right in and starts looking in it. So.. I say,
"Can I help you with something?"
He mumbles something of the sort that he's just checking a few results. He has several papers in his hand so I say, "You can take my notebook to your desk." in other words, get your smelly assed, pubic hair-covered head out of my sight. He doesn't respond and stands there looking at my notebook. I glare at him for a while then repeat myself again, louder. "You can take it to your desk, P." He looks through the notebook again. Not responding. Then he takes the notebook and says, "Actually, I think I'll take this to my desk."
Why me? Why oh why do I have to be surrounded by such idiocy?
Ok, so I'm sitting at my desk and P comes into my cube. He has no respect for personal space, okay? It's not like I have a big office here, I can almost smell his nastiness. Anyways, he wants to look in my lab notebook but he doesn't ask, he just comes right in and starts looking in it. So.. I say,
"Can I help you with something?"
He mumbles something of the sort that he's just checking a few results. He has several papers in his hand so I say, "You can take my notebook to your desk." in other words, get your smelly assed, pubic hair-covered head out of my sight. He doesn't respond and stands there looking at my notebook. I glare at him for a while then repeat myself again, louder. "You can take it to your desk, P." He looks through the notebook again. Not responding. Then he takes the notebook and says, "Actually, I think I'll take this to my desk."
Why me? Why oh why do I have to be surrounded by such idiocy?
