The Boss, The Office Mate, And The Temp

So I get to work about 10 minutes early today. Bonus! I walk in; Office Mate is at her desk looking somewhat rested, but tense. At not quite a quarter past 8, Boss beckons me to the receptionist area to tell Office Mate to clean out her area, file everything on her desk, and pack personal items up. I’m feeling a wee bit tense now myself now. Although the interior design people came here on Friday to discuss what they could do with this office area to make it appear more professional, Office Mate was not here for that discussion. I mean, to me, if I was her, I would take the whole clean up your area request/demand a little paranoid-like. I was instructed to help the Office Mate to clean up the area and attend to the phone answering. Office Mate says she prefers to clean up her own stuff and take care of things she needs to get sent out. Etc-etc-etc. Now I am watching the phones, munching on honey wheat pretzel twists, and waiting for something to do besides twiddling my thumbs. Oy-vey. Meanwhile, I am waiting around for lunch because these pretzels really aren’t cutting it with me. I plan to make incremental entries here as I can. This is my way to stave off the boredom and keep my butt covered as things unfold. :)

Post lunch! I decided instead of eating cold Chef Boyardee from a can and forgoing the two bananas I packed, that I would walk down to Café Vienna. It’s an off campus coffee shop that makes decent cold sandwiches and vegan pastries. Both of which are adequately tasty enough to entice the 10-15 minute walk from my office to the café. Right now, it’s essentially the consistency of a vegetable steamer outside. Nice long hot walk.

Just a moment ago, the office mate approaches me after the Boss has left for an hour meeting. She wanted to inform me of why she’s so upset with the whole office situation. The prior occupant of this position apparently lied to the Boss saying the Office Mate wasn’t interested in this position. How dare they call themselves friends to her if they’re all lying in some big conspiracy to keep in her monkey cage? I don’t know why there could possibly be a conspiracy. She just told me she can’t stand the guy and that he’s also a temporary department head himself! Ok, what does this have to do with me other than I am just a place holder for the regular office monkey to come in and take the position? Eh?!

There doesn’t appear to be anything else to babble pointlessly about at the moment. Blah-blah-blah; a bird just rammed my window. Harrumph. I am also beginning to think that I don't fit the physical profile for a secretary here... I'm not middle aged, chunky, and wearing bad make up from the retro-era of the 1970s. I also have all of my teeth, they're straight, and I'm markedly more intelligent in most respects. Scary...spOOky even! I have noticed that unless someone is in an authoritative or administrative position, there’s not much intelligent life out there. Sadness.

I think I will stop scaring myself now and finish off today’s saga of as the office collects dust around me. Man I need a nap.

Tammolly ~Quite bored and feeling somewhat isolated from the real world.



...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel ...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin