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January 03, 2006
Oust the Oust?
I will probably be the next person fired or laid-off for what I am about to say but I just don't care:
The repulsive woman (Old Lusty) that has/had a crush on me at work has finally been let go and I couldn't be happier.
- No more elevators that smell like death covered up by cheap perfume.
- No more banshee-style cackling.
- No more needless stops by my office with pointless questions.
- No more need for me to keep a can of Oust close at hand.
- No more looking at the ground so that I do not have to actually view her fucked up plastic surgery.
- No more of her inane conversations in the kitchen area which just so happens to be right outside my office.
- No more bolting for the stairwell when I see her refelection approaching in the stainless steel elevator doors.
I am considering throwing my can of Oust into the trash in a celebratory manner. But what if she comes back to visit? What do I do then? The mere thought of the remote possibility of being caught in Old Lusty's presence without my precious Oust will very likely keep that can safe from the trash for years to come.
Work Posted By eBill at 10:27 AM
