passive aggressive.

and so it begins.  supernice guy and i are cleaning up our work area in preparation for douchbag on wednesday.  that also means preparing douchbag’s desk.  normally when i have a new starter,  i hook them up with supplies and notebooks and everything they could possibly need.  supernice guy and i have cleaned his desk out of the good supplies and have supplied his desk with the following:

• pens with no caps that we found under my desk
• broken stapler with no staples
• individual staples to use with aforementioned stapler
• broken paperclips
• leftover plastic cutlery and paper plates from our last treat day
• phone cord
• a jellybean that i found behind my desk (mushy and fuzzy.  yum)
• a long foamy thing what we decided was a wrist thingy for your keyboard
• post-it note pad with 3 post-it notes left
• OK! magazine from last year

welcome aboard!

bring it on.

today is monday.  tuesday is a public holiday in melbourne.  wednesday douchbag starts.  i may possibly have to work on tuesday which means i will have the place to myself,  i can take the screws out of his chair and plant gay porn on his computer.  i won’t, but maybe i will.  i probably won’t.  he’ll be his own undoing,  especially since most everyone here is quite dubious of his arrival.  i kind of feel sorry for the poor bugger…well, not really.

yesterday i felt sick thinking about it.  i can’t seem to stop the bile rising to my throat when i think of him being my new boss and that i’ll have to train him.  me and supernice guy have a list about a mile long of all the things that we’re going to offload.  we will ensure that he will not leave the office no earlier than 8pm every night.  suck it up dude.  we’ve beein doing his job for the past two months.  its his turn now.