The verdict is in and Tina is officially crossing back over to the night shift. Every muscle in my body is petrified from nerves, horror, anger and disgust.
Before she left today, she cheerfully exclaimed, "Soon I’ll be saying hi to you instead of good night!" and as she turned the corner, I tersely whispered "Yay" and then searched my desk for a noose.
And she has new facial scabs that she’ll be bringing with her. You know what else she’ll be bringing?
- An argumentative hunger.
- A desire to talk to me about sex.
- Bull-headed opinions.
- Constant reminder that she was in the Service.
- A high-pitched voice full of whine and entitlement.
- A phlegm-y laugh full of perversion and sleaze.
- Camel toe.
Bob thinks this is funny. Apparently he derives pleasure from my pain, so I guess I have more frienemies here than I thought!