When Bubbles Turn on You

Ain't Blogger grand?

I spent thirty minutes writing a winner of a post, not noticing that Blogger was experiencing a scheduled outage, only to have it lost in cyber oblivion when I tried to post it.

Okay, so it wasn't really Blogger's fault.

Anywho...

I was called into the boss' office again yesterday afternoon, at the urging of my coworker (does anyone else see a pattern developing here?) Apparently she doesn't feel that she's getting her share of the workload or responsibility and requested that our territories be redistributed.

The last one said she was over worked, this one says she's bored. They both had/have exactly the same work loads. If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of my head hitting my cubicle wall.

Bossman told me it was up to me and basically to go figure it out, so I did. I hope she's satisfied now. I gave her the customer she's been BEGGING me to let her have, because she apparently had something going on (via the phone) with their purchasing guy when she worked there before and she missed being able to call him and talk trash for hours on end. I loaded her down with a few other high volume, pain in the ass customers as well. Let's hope that keeps her busy. Maybe I won't have to hear her over there exclaiming,"PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRfect!!! WOOOOOOOOOOONderful!!!! You have a GREAT ONE!!!" all freaking day.

I don't do perky.

Back when she was in sales before and I was between accounting and production positions and acting as the temporary receptionist, she told me about this SUPER nice customer who was single and asked if he could call and talk to me. Well, okay... this sounded harmless enough.

The conversation began innocently enough, asking about each other's kids etc. Then he mentioned that he had horses and that his daughter loved to ride. Ya'll know I love horses.. there was hope!! Then he said, while talking about his thirteen year old daughter mind you, "All women want something big and powerful between their legs. As long as it's a horse she won't get pregnant."

Ummmm..... EWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

I hung up on him.

Bubbles now spends an enormous amount of company time on the phone with this guy. It creeps me out.

So now I'm back to staying in my little cubicle cocoon, listening to the radio (Jill FM.. it's not bad.. really.. and office friendly.) I had to stop listening to the top 40 stations. There were too many people stopping by my office and shaking their groove thing, and as you know, cubicles are not groove approved.

I'd best go make sure I've got clean bloomers for tomorrow. Talk to ya later taters.