
I made quiche.
Go me.
My legs ache so much I may chop them off. Partly for the entertainment value.
Maybe I need to take a very long bath.
A girl can never soak too much.
So for fascinating work-related gossip it seems my capricious boss from hell who was living with the guy she had an affair with (and used to be her superior before being caught in a compromising position in the office, thus costing him his job and marriage and she merely was transferred and left her husband and had two children with this guy) have apparently gotten married.
The great thing about the guy who manages magazines is he knows all sorts of hilarious dirt about people. It seems one of his people called him and asked if the capricious boss from hell had left and they acquired a new manager.
no...
It seems while on maternity leave she married the guy.
*laughs*
Silly people.
Someone told me recently that a manager from another store referred to my capricious boss from hell as "the devil" and warned people not to transfer here.
So that is my life. A capricious boss from hell who likes to call me "girlie" when talking me. I feel so damn patronized when she does that. One day I will flip and say, "hey old hag." But it won't happen yet.
yet.
There are moments when it is depressing at work because everyone is usually fairly broke and she wanders in with a Kate Spade bag for each day of the week.
And we have people who are on their fifth straight day of ramen.
Yes this is the year I escape. I feel like such a whore at work.