I sneezed today at work and I wanted to cry. I've suffered through all that Taebo, and with one night of throwing up
my ab muscles are so sore I can't even laugh without feeling like I just gave birth.
I came into work to find three notes from Overtime Hawg. I read them, ripped them up
and threw them in the trash where they belong. She can take her bitchiness out on someone else. I can't help but laugh at this entire situation
because it's all of her own making. She was trying to garner brownie points with the boss, so
she said she would do certain things and now suddenly she feels "overworked."
Well that's the price you pay for being a big ole brown noser.
On top of the notes, Boss #2 says, "Oh, btw, she didn't have time to do such and such this week."
It would have taken her no more than FIVE MINUTES to do that job.
So let's see if I have this right: she has time to watch an hour and a half of soaps five days a week, but she doesn't have time to do the job she was hired to do? Until I hear anything
about her pissy little notes from Boss #1, she can kiss my white ass. The funniest note was something along the lines of, "Before you leave on Thursdays check and make sure I have blah blah. If not, put it out for me so I can do it on Friday."
She is some piece of (half assed) work. I say check it your damn self when you come in Friday morning LIKE I DO.
One of my co-workers said her mother worked with O.H. for years and she was all about pushing her work onto others. Some things never change.