On Monday, I had a CBL. It was the annual chemical clean-up crap; this one takes an hour, easily. You have got to take notes or you won't pass the damned thing. Just trust me on that.
So I was stuck in the Personnel office for all that time, getting a cramp in my hand while trying to pass this idiotic thing on the first attempt. While I was jotting down notes, Dianna (one of the Personnel associates) came into the room. She wanted to know where in the heck head cashier Chris was transferring to. She was promptly told by someone else (I'm not sure who; I couldn't see a face) that Chris was going to Alabama.
What does Dianna say? "Well, they can have the little addict."
I kept my eyes on the computer screen. But I was pissed, very pissed when I heard that shit come out of Dianna's mouth.
First of all, Chris hasn't used in a very long time. We're talking time that can be measured in years. Secondly, he was the best damned head we had. The front end is already suffering because he's gone.
"Well, they can have the little addict."
Did I mention that Dianna just loves to read Guideposts? And I've seen her reading those smarmy Christian "romance" novels?
"Well, they can have the little addict."
What was that about "Judge not, lest ye be judged"? Unbe-fucking-lievable.
--Weasel, "I'd assume Jesus wouldn't take too kindly to people like that. But what the hell do I know?"
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