They grow on you...
Mar. 12th, 2008 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
temperance14Today was partially frustrated, partially triumphant: I have hard proof that a co-worker (no, this is another one!) needs to keep her noise out of my desk, and her hands off my clients. Basically, she thinks she resolved a past due account, and set up new procedure for invoicing and payment---and I'm actually back to square one.
I had the sudden urge to march into my supervisors office, where she was conferring with said co-worker, and say something emphatic...
...and in my imagination, up popped the mental soundtrack of myself declaring:
"Evie touched my chickens!"
And no, if you aren't a Pryankster, you won't understand.
I had the sudden urge to march into my supervisors office, where she was conferring with said co-worker, and say something emphatic...
...and in my imagination, up popped the mental soundtrack of myself declaring:
"Evie touched my chickens!"
And no, if you aren't a Pryankster, you won't understand.
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