As you know I have a baby with the one eyebrow in my office. My nemisis. A rival. A foe.
Left: Baby Gerald
Well, not really. She just annoys me because she's an ignorant bigot that talks shit.
Wait, is that tautology? No, some bigots are educated. Look at Windshuttle - he's got degrees and everything. That's my opinion by the way, feel free to disagree. I still think he's a bigot.
Hey HM, any idiot can get a degree or other qualifications. You got like nearly three all up and you're a moonbat according to some wingnuts out there. And we know how dangerously loony such folk are. And it's likely you have a small penis and girls laugh at you too.
Okay - good point. Moving on.
Buckwheat got her promotion without interview. I expected as much - I knew it was going to happen. And I really can't complain since I got both of my jobs on application only. Of course the difference is I wrote my applications and deserved the jobs. I'm not sure who wrote hers. I seriously doubt she did. She intimated as much when I asked her.
I was annoyed but got over it 'cause there's no use getting mad over someone getting a job that way in the public service. Otherwise your head would explode in a shower of bloody brain froth.
What has annoyed me however is my coming back to work after a day off on Friday sick with the flu to discover the workmen had been in to move work stations around.
The end result is that Buckwheat is !*$%#*$#(!@ now on the other side of my work station wall!
Arrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. She's so fucking loud and never shuts the fuck up. And her irritating drivel drives me to distraction. She doesn't get the social cues that most of us know when we're being asked to go away such as use of words like 'I'm a bit busy right now' or backing away from her like she was a rattlesnake.
Today it was "Aw I saw a movie last night, China Moon. It was a bit racy. It was about [cue incredibly long recount of plot]"
This is the same woman that complained about my heavy typing being 'loud and irritating'. Least I don't spend all day wasting valuable oxygen that beavers and other woodland creatures could use.
I'm just going to go spare. I can feel it. I can totally feel it. I'm going to have to go on corridor circuits just to let off steam at being so close. She really is a fucked in the head total and utter waste of space and energy. She does less work than I do, but hey at least I'm fucking productive and produce things. I may not be Mr Super-work but I get my work done and produce a pretty good product. All she produces is poo poos and wee wees and carbon dioxide - carbon dioxide that is exhaled in the process of ensuring loud and annoying nonsense crap is burbling out her pie hole.
Hate - Hate - Hate - Seethe - Hate
Look - I am not a great person. In fact I am a bad person. I wouldn't trust me with money, passed out people while I have access to shaving cream and bowls of warm water, vulnerable attractive women, small children, treasured heirlooms, cooked mince, your bathroom cabinet ("so a tube of that eh?"), your car (speed bumps at 80!), explosives (failed the tafe course), your books that I am interested in, and a whole host of other well liked object de yours.
But, while all that may be the case I at least don't faff on about wankery in a loud and obnoxious manner and offend everyone in earshot.
After-all, I have a blog at blogspot for that...