A foul visit...

A noxious, poisonous drift of wind came through here earlier, a.k.a. The U.O. (scary music here)  We thought we’d all have to put on our hip-waders get through the rapidly increasing b.s. filling the office.  My evil coworker in crime, Mrs. T, and I swiftly reverted to old patterns with instant messaging cackling retorts, comments, and criticisms.  It was fun, although we couldn’t wait for her to leave.  I felt like calling her office and asking “don’t you have anything for her to do?”  She’s making claims that her new office is 180% better than this evil cesspot.  Well honey, you made your bed…but you couldn’t handle laying in it.  Ironically, this office is 180% better now that she is gone.  You wouldn’t believe the number of comments we’ve received from guests about how pleasantly quiet it is around here.  Hee hee!  Anyhow, I sent an instant message to my supervisor about how there was someone out here to whom she could say hello, but she decided to hide out in her office until we all heard the closing of the entrance door.  Then came the message back to me:  “Is it safe to come out now?”  Cowards!  

Now I’ll have to take my crystal around and clear the air of evilness…