UnpleasantlySexy

Julia's been outta town since early yesterday morning, and except for the malodorous moronic mayhem of the dogs (like that alliteration?) it's, uh...really quiet around here.

I've been in my training class this week, and it's kept my brain activity to a trudging minimum, so I haven't posted anything, but here, now - I breathe life into this week-stale blog:

There's a woman in my class that used to be a director in our company, but has demonstrated such consistent retard-osity to warrant her gradual demotion to my peer. She asks questions that do not pertain to anything that we've been discussing, because she and her tangential brain patterns are so important. She says things that are not funny, and then peers over her glasses at each of us in the room, expecting us to smile and laugh at her wittiness. Don't expect me to humor you, honey, 'cause you aren't worth flexing my face muscles for.

Today, she introduced a new annoyance - when we ask our instructor questions, she answers first, as loud and as fast as possible, with reckless disregard toward her knowledge of anything. Then, she tacks on a random nonsensical southern colloquialism, such as, "A'least tha's a'what mah hu'band say," which is occasionally accentuated with a very urban-looking head bob.

Oh, and she jumps up from her chair periodically to stretch various parts of herself.

Right--in--front--of--me. Vomit--a--licious.

So, as you would expect, I haven't been so bloggy this week until now.

Add to all this the fact that we were told by our trainer that we should pretend that we are machines, and this job, somehow, sucks more than the mailroom - at least so far.




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