I should have known how crappy today was going to be when I came in this morning and found that my co-worker was actively being attacked by her umbrella in the vestibule of the building. The thing had gotten stuck in her hair, and the security staff was just standing there watching her with the same expressions most people have on their face when they are watching particularly bad television. I got the tines out of her hair and was wierdly uplifted by the knowlege that there are other people in the world who have the same sort of luck I have. But, really, it isn't like she was a bomb or something. You'd think a security person could have given her some help!!

Then it was on to another fullfilling conversation with my boss, The Sarge, about how she "doesn't think this job is for me". This is seperate from the conversation in which she asked me if it was true that I took 2 cupcakes out of the break room and ate them when it wasn't my break. Naturally, I owned up to it....though I did ask if her "informant" included the fact that I threw the icing out so as not to break my diet. I can't help but wonder who has enough time to monitor not only my breaks, but also report that I was late coming back from lunch 2 times when Sarge was out of the office.

Oh, I'm too disgusted I can't even write about this now. I think to leave comments you might have to click on the title. Still fighting with blog-city, my boss, my husband, and the world at large.