The Soap Opera Continues

Yes, I watched the superbowl, yes I expected the Steelers to win, yes, the Seahawks were robbed on some calls, yes, the Steelers would have won anyway. Please don't kill me.

After just one (1) beer, I twisted my ankle. I couldn't open the baby gate at the top of the stairs so I decided to climb over. In my socks. To the bare wood floor. Legs went a-flyin'. Splat. Just call me Grace. It felt a little better when I got home, until I opened the door and tripped over the cat. Grace, squared.

Monday, I received an e-mail that the old financial person is going to come in this week to meet with us about the position. I already told the bossman that I didn't like her and then I read the e-mail: [after you meet with her] "If everyone is OK with the arrangement, then we can hire her as an IH employee." He already knows that we're not keen on the arrangement. Why even put that in the e-mail?

Tuesday, the witch upstairs who's a thorn in my side due tot he construction, yelled at me and stormed out of my office, shouting the complete opposite of what I told her. If only she were smart enough to understand the words that are coming out of my mouth.

Wednesday, I received an e-mail from the bossman in response to an e-mail from the witch. Tracing the trail of e-mail to the original message to him: "When you consider my performance, you may want to note that besides doing my own job at over 100% in spite of personal obstacles, I've been doing some of Lily's too." wtf? What was that? Wanna say that to my face? After reading that I said "That bitch!" I thought I said it quietly, however, the receptionist said, "I didn't do it!" So, perhaps it wasn't all that quiet.

Thursday, I received an e-mail from the witch with the subject line of "apology". She said she just learned she has SADS (the seasonal disorder) and her new office (which she warned the bossman may exacerbate the condition) has affected her condition, "Starting Tuesday I have been so blue and depressed it just dawned on me that is what is going on. I am going out to Champion Electric to see if I can get a full-spectrum bulb so I'm at least not fighting that demon!" Yeah, blame the office and not that her husband's dying or that she's blowing all of the construction stuff out of proportion. And, hello, she wanted an office. If she didn't want it, I think the bossman would have been happy not to give it to her. So, basically, she made the entire apology about her new condition. She's already pissed me off and she definitely will not be getting back into my good graces. Especially since she made that comment to the bossman about doing my job.

She sends an e-mail to me, the bossman, and facilities regarding some construction item (like we should pay for a coat rack because they used an alcove where they were before), then she comes down, before I even have a chance to read it saying that she may as well do it herself, then while she's down here, facilities is making things happen. Jesus, woman, it's a frickin' university. Things don't happen immediately and you just got a response in less than an hour. That's pretty damn fast and you have absolutely nothing to complain about.

She just popped into the office and I picked up the phone. She leaned her head around that corner and asked if I received her e-mail message. "Yes" she turns to leave and I tack on an abrupt, "Thank you" and then make a phone call until she leaves. Ten minutes later and look at that another e-mail gripe. Not enough lighting over the computers and the movers took two cabinets that they needed. They are complaining about not having any space so where, exactly are they going to put them? And they're empty so...you had to put those items somewhere so why do you need the cabinets? They also got another table and filing cabinet back. This is just getting ridiculous.

On a lighter note, Michelle's new Newfie puppy, Timber (Timm-may) is adorable! And, of course, very well behaved.