My coworkers are bastards.
Wednesday evening, as I was getting ready to go home, I went to the water cooler to get some hot water for my tea. As I was heading back to my cubicle, unbeknownst to me my coworker Lourdes was hiding in my cubicle. As I entered, she jumped out and said, “Boo!” I jumped out of my skin, scalding hot water splashing on my hand. I’m muttering every curse word at her when I realize the auditors from the bank are still in the conference room. Meanwhile she’s laughing up a storm, uncaring over my well being (I know I’m being melodramatic, but so what?). Jump to yesterday: Lourdes tells everyone in the office what happened. I had to contend with everyone telling me, “Boo” and then laughing.
The story is not over yet. I walk in to my cubicle this morning to find “Boo!!!!” in size 72 font taped all over the walls, computer, printers, cabinets, everywhere! I am dealing with one of the conspirators. I’m giving her the “You’re either with me or against me” spiel. I figure if Shrub can get away with it, so can I.