Emily, You’re No Goldilocks.
There’s a girl named Emily at our work. My friend Marybeth works with her quite often. This girl, Emily, will quite literally talk about herself all day long.
For instance, after hours of working, she walked up to Marybeth and said “I really don’t know my hair stays so silky smooth all. day. long.” This is while stroking her black head of hair like a horse’s mane or something. Marybeth, on the other hand, is red in the face from (get this) running around and earning her money.
All the guys in the house: Who would you rather date? Really? I rest my case, Emily.
And that’s not the half of it. This is the same girl that asked me THE DAY I CAME INTO TOWN FROM SIX WEEKS ON THE ROAD PLAYING DRUMS IF I WOULD PICK UP HER SHIFT THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON. This is the same girl that will literally get pissed at you when you won’t give her your Friday night shift. This is the same girl that, when given a shift out of the goodness of someone’s (i.e. mine) heart will try and get out of work a few hours early because she’s bored.
Oh, is all that hair not exciting enough?
July 16th, 2007 at 5:12
Those co-workers are targeted for random acts of sabotage and mean pranks where I work. If they can’t hack it, they are gone pretty fast. Weed out the worthless.
July 16th, 2007 at 10:20
Don’t get upset with Emily. Actually, put some joy in her life. I’m talking sparkles and glitter here. Get a tube of glitter and when she’s not looking, throw the whole tube of it on her hair. It won’t damage her hair. She’ll just have to shampoo it MANY times to get all that glitter out. I carry glitter in my purse. It comes in handy…heehee
This is how we handle stuff in the trailer park!
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