Me: Just thinking about this week
Me: and its bullshit
Elizabeth: Um. It is Tuesday, right?
Me: yes
Elizabeth: Remind me what’s happened this week?
Elizabeth: Other than phone crap.
Me: Oh, it’s what’s happenING this week
Elizabeth: Ooooh…
Me: the policy thing
Elizabeth: Oh fuck.
Elizabeth: Yes.
Me: Every time I sit down to start it I think “why the fuck does this apply to my job? It’s completely unnecessary. Doing this is retarded. Where do I even begin?” and then I get mad
Me: I ranted at Becky for like, 20 mins yesterday
Elizabeth: I know! So so so true.
Elizabeth: That was what working for Kelly was like ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Elizabeth: And then you get so mad you want to break shit.
Elizabeth: I swear it’s a form of torture.
Elizabeth: Psychological torture.
Me: It must be
Elizabeth: Man, I wish I had the template I made up for Ross when we worked together.
Elizabeth: It was just some random form Kelly wanted, so he did it up in Word and sent it to a couple of us to get feedback.
Elizabeth: I re-formatted the whole thing into coloured text with flashing letters and dancing clip art and fireworks and sent it back to him with a note that said, “Made a few minor design changes.”
Elizabeth: And he just about died.
Me: hahahahahahaha
Me: of course
Elizabeth: I should have saved that for you to use.
Me: No kidding
Elizabeth: “Here you go, Kelly. I think you’ll find this more than satisfactory.”
Me: Hahahaha
Me: And then watch her head implode
Elizabeth: Indeed. Now *that* would be satisfactory.