I don't notice things. Even GOOD things.

[albadger]

It took until this afternoon for me to notice that the manager's office near my cubicle wasn't just unoccupied by its occupant, it was completely empty -- and the name plate was gone from the wall. Apparently Something Happened. This is a shame, as I was using said manager as practice for Learning to Be a Better Person.

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[albadger.livejournal.com]

Actually, that's correct, she does. Loudly and at great length. One of the things I was using her for was a corrective on my own tendency to complain -- I would overhear her braying about the latest disaster in the train wreck of her life, and I'd think, "I don't have it that bad..."

Then I would spill soup on the keyboard or something else lametarded.