Ah, quit yer bitchin'

Y'all, I don't mind being the 'go-to' girl in my office, I really don't. But for fuck's sake, why does every single inane decision need to be run past me first?????? "We only have two rolls of paper towels left. Should I tell Bob (who orders stuff)?" Well, duh.

And speaking of the aforementioned towels, why am I the only person in this office who actually READS the directions and installs them in the dispenser correctly? As soon as I hear co-worker banging around in there, I just know I'm going to have to go after her and fix it. Because, you know, percussive maintenance is not really all that effective on a towel dispenser.

ION, three and a half days until ORC and Beecake!

Entertain me, f-list--what are y'all up to lately?