Warmongering succeeded where a Bismark donut failed.
It’s time for those bandwagon jumpers to pony up once again. It’s been a long three years. The Canucks are back and they are going to the playoffs!!!! Looks like early detractors of the overhaul that included the departure of Marc Crawford, Todd "Big Bert" Bertuzzi, Anson Carter, Ed "Jovo" Jovanovski and (ugh. I was VERY happy to see this one go) Dan Cloutier, have been proven wrong!
Off the ice, I sometimes wish fighting was legal and punishable only by two minutes in the penalty box. I think it would save a lot of people from having to go to anger management classes. (Although, dental fees would get expensive.) I’d be in the frontlines like the Swedish Sedin Twins. Yesterday, I publicly declared war on the Hag. (Via email of course, because I was still taking a cue from the Passive-Aggressive’s Confrontation Manual) I then proceeded to have a talk with her superior, the Veep. Once that was done, I left work for the day. But not before getting congratulated by Sane Colleague for getting the Hag called into the Veep’s office for a talking to.
This morning I arrived at cubedom to, exactly what I expected, a yellow sticky note stuck to my monitor with the words, “See me. XXX” written on them. I figured there was no point in hurrying seeing as I was already eight minutes late and my spiced chai tea latte was getting colder. So I sipped my latte, read and replied to emails for a few minutes. She was forced to come over instead. (I’m getting really good at this passive-aggressive shit. My not-so-subtle delay tactic did the job!) She stated that she left that note because she wanted to ask if an 8:30am meeting was doable since she had already booked a room. I nodded in assent. She then asks me if I’m feeling ok as my brow was furrowed. I gave the I’m-here-aren’t-I-so-I-must-be-ok response. Note to self: Perfect the Jim Halpert Blank Stare Special for next time.
Anyhoo… she has opted to deal with me by sending me away. Little does she know it is THE PERFECT SOLUTION! The less I see of her, the longer I will avoid being in that penalty box - hopefully not one with iron bars. So, the red headed stepchild will be tearing across the continent in the next few months. On top of the Montreal trip with the Tsu-man, here is where you’ll find me:
April - Chicago
May – Louisiana and Texas
June – Texas
July – Chicago
August – Florida, North Carolina and Georgia
September – Utah and Nevada
Goodness! August in Savannah - definite packing challenge.
