What Fresh Hell Is This?

frigid friday

Why did this certain co-worker wait until late friday afternoon to bring up his drama? Dude, it's february 23rd... don't even think about coming to me with issues from january. That boat has sailed, my friend. I can't blame you for testing how far you can push the new girl. Now kindly step off.

Everyone in the office cut out early today, and I would've loved to join them but I'm trying to be smart about work and money. Prague, a new car (my lease is up in august) and an apartment mean I will have to crack the whip on myself and resist the urge to ditch the last couple of hours of work on fridays. I will be good! Tonight I shall have my reward in cupcake form. Hector has promised to make me frosting in any color I want. I his cupcakes are better than my cookies.

Office Space

I don't know how or when it happened, but my office somehow turned into an employee break room. Two co-workers come in every morning and take their breaks right in front of my desk. They talk and eat for about 15 minutes, and I can't stand it. Usually it's the noise that bothers me, because they can't seem to grasp the concept of the "inside voice". Today, one of them skipped breakfast at home and brought it along with her to have at break time. She's eating chicken and ketchup. It looks like road kill, and smells like microwaved vomit.

Normally, I'd just say, "hey, do you mind taking your break somewhere else... like say, the BREAK ROOM?", but the problem is that these are two older women in the office. Truth be told, they're kind of scary. I can't bring myself to say anything to them, I don't want to be rude and I also don't want to get yelled at. I can face almost any bully, except the old lady kind.