Our workplace is strangely harmonious for a bunch of girls.
Hell most of them have been there a long time. There has however, been one fly
in the ointment of serenity. They are the lying, weasel faced, run to the boss
to complain type that is universally disliked by everyone, everywhere.
There has been one bright spot this week though; they are
leaving. They have found another job to set themselves on the path to
management. Not that most of us think they will last in their new job, eminently
well qualified to be middle management though they are, as work is not one of
this persons strong suits. What is it about middle management that seems to
attract that type? Anyway musings on their qualifications aside that is not
what this is about.
No this is about the dinner the girls were planning for one's
birthday. In the seven years that one has worked with them, this will be the
first birthday that has actually fallen on a workday. So feeling magnanimous
one told the manager when it was so she could get them cake. It sort of grew
into dinner when she realised that one couldn't actually eat the cake. Why one
isn't sure. Surely the cake would be better on their hips than one's own?
Anyway again this is not what this is about either...
This is about the rat faced team member deciding that it
would be just easier to link their farewell to that get-together and doing it
as one dinner. The girls came scuttling over to see if one was going to object,
which part of them would have been thrilled about. The other part was praying
that one would agree. Oh not for work place harmony or anything like that. No,
it was the realisation that if one said no, they would have to go to the person's
farewell. Something none of us want to do... a fact that was probably not lost
on the leaving members mind.
So being gracious one said it was fine. In fact one was just
going to regard it as the best birthday present ever. Mind you one did ask if
the person could have a large red bow tied too tightly around their neck...
They said no
Bitches!
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