Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
*insert bad language here*
The co-worker who started two weeks after I did and is 18 years younger than I am got promoted.
2 comments:
That sucks! Bad management! Boo! Hiss! Come over. I have margarita mix and a bottle of Cuervo gold.
*HUGS* Jammies.
No one really knows what goes on in the minds of management. If they can be called minds. ;)
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