Quickie

Every day I say I'm going to sit down and do a post, but every day, I get involved in a project that just can't wait. I seem to be "da boss's" new best friend and he has all sorts of stuff that nobody else can handle.

Okay, so I'd rather be the one handling this stuff than leaving it up to the Stupid Cow to represent the rest of us. At least this way I have a reasonable expectation that whatever it is, it will be right and she won't be bashing her teammates (me included).

Mostly, I wanted to let everyone know that I haven't died and gone to estimator's heaven.

Snitch

I guess you could call me a snitch last Thursday. We had a meeting in the morning and it was going really well until the SC (Stupid Cow) verbally attacked one of the guys. Sadly, what she was haranguing this poor man about had nothing to do with him. He looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming locomotive.

After the meeting was over I asked a lady who was present whether she thought I should say something to R (da boss) and she said she already had, but he made excuses for the SC. I thought about it for a while and then went to see R anyway.

Like I told him, I really didn’t want to be there, but someone had better talk to the SC (no I didn’t call her that) about her meeting etiquette. It was embarrassing to everyone present and to our department. R said he would check with the wounded deer and then talk to SC.

Surprisingly enough he actually did. I don’t know what was said, but she was suspiciously quiet in another meeting Friday morning. And it’s about time!

WRONG AGAIN

Our department out of God knows how many in this office complex is suffering with low moral. Not that anybody cares. So the people I work directly with and who report to R (da boss) have decided that we should get together once a month and go to lunch.

Three times now we’ve gone to lunch and three times R has declined to go. His excuse is that he’s too busy. Yes, he’s busy but so are the rest of us and the idea was that this would be good for moral. This just goes to show what he thinks of the people who work for him.

Last Friday we decided to go to “On the Border”, a local Tex Mex place that’s popular here in North Texas. We had a good time and made lots of jokes about R not having time for us. It's called "bonding".

Luckily I was sitting at one end of the table and SC (Stupid Cow) was at the other. Believe it or not this was entirely by design, but I heard about it on Monday from SC's dining partners. It seems that when the meal was over, she asked the waiter if they had dental floss. He told her they just had toothpicks.

So, SC went and got a handful of toothpicks and passed them out. Then she start’s digging at her teeth (like she was going for gold). When that didn’t work, she reached into her bag and got out her dental floss.

You've probably guessed where this is going. And you’re probably right. She sat and flossed her teeth at the table, much to the disgust of those around her.

I always knew that SC has no people smarts, but naively assumed she would have a few table manners.

WRONG AGAIN! Oh, the story of my life.