Boris has been kind of weird since I got back from leave. She is just letting people walk all over her, which really wasn't her before.
I reckon she has got a bad review, because she is just rolling over on her back and saying, lick here, to everyone.
And the Big Poo did say to me some time ago, She gets things wrong though, doesn't she, which I thought at the time was kind of naughty of him.
So, I'm just adding two and two.
It's frustrating though, as she's just letting every other department walk all over us.
“I'm now wishing my HR nemesis' kid dead. In fact, I'm put the kids name in the freezer.”
David laughed and then said, "Oh, is it that bad?"
"Oh, you know, the usual crap, but it makes me laugh."
David laughed.
“Hocus Pocus.”
David laughed again.
"Imagine the little bastard with dead eyes, and her crying hers out, it cheers me up."
"Oh Christian."
"Don't worry, I don't really believe I have any power over anyone, let alone that bitch and her sprog, but it does cheer me up."
“Oh well,” David said. “I’m all for being cheered up.”
“You know, action in a totally without consequence kind of way; no strongly worded emails to come back at me, no terse phone calls after which she goes squawking to the Big Poo saying I've been mean to her, just something to cheer me up in my own head.”
“Well, that’s lovely,” said David.
“Anyway, what do I care, I've got Aretha Franklin singing Find Me An Angel. Which again made me laugh, being ominous for the kid's future.”
“Ha ha,” said David.
“There is a bit too much of the thanking of the Jesus, though, with Aretha. So delusional. Jesus!”
I was waiting for David to respond, as he believes in the universal, non denominational higher power of some sort.
And you know, I reckon it is kind of the same thing, the oppressed believing in fantasy to get them through their day. That’s what black people did with racism, it’s what I’m doing with HR. You know, kind of. 😀
I’m still putting the kid’s name in the freezer, it will make me chuckle every time I see it.
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