I am looking over her shoulder as our PIO attempts to track down an elusive piece of information online.
She: *&(W#E!
Me: That's probably not the word to use while you're accessing the Catholic Charities Facebook page.
I am talking to Xena and Smitty when a very senior and totally clueless staff member drifts in.
She: Hey, have you written Trudy's* evaluation yet?
Me: Can we talk about that later?
She: Did she hand in her self-eval?
Me: Can we talk about that later?
She: What kind of marks did she give herself?
Me: (through clenched teeth) We will talk about that later.
She: (seemingly notices the other two for the first time). Oh. Ok. (drifts out).
Smitty: Did she just do what I think she did?
My lovely, sweet boss needs someone to run a package over to the county jail, which is conveniently located in the courthouse right next door to the health department.
She: Smitty! Can you take this to Dr. Karagawa* at the jail for me? You don't have to go through the front door, you can use the door by the booking office.
He: Ah...I don't know where the booking office is.
She: (approvingly) I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that.
I have just walked through the door and immediately go to the kitchen and start mixing myself a brandy highball.
He: Hitting the sauce a little early tonight?
Me: I drink on Zulu Time. The sun is over the yardarm in Greenwich.
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