Okay. So. I went on a date. For those who know my financial situation- No, I didn't pay for it. I somehow managed to find a guy who's completely fricking naive. It's cute, in some ways, though I want to backhand him other times. We had fun. Turns out he used to do tabletop, so there's talk of starting a group in here in Oregon.
Now for the juicy gossip-
DESKS!
Buwahahahahaha. We had assigned seating at my job for about three days. HAD. Then someone screwed up the paperwork and my team was out a place to sit.
Well... This chick at work decided that she was going to hijack my desk. I simply sat there, and when she came to work, I was like "What?"
THEN she put a name tag there. Now, I've seen her take name tags off of desks of people she didn't like, simply because she didn't like them. So I pulled off her name tag and left it neatly on top of the garbage can she likes to throw everyone else's name tags in.
MONDAY, which is my friday, I come back from my last break and she's put name tags ALL OVER my desk. So I grinned real big and said to my supervisor when she passed by- "LOOK! I'm NICOLE! See? It says so right here on my desk!"
She didn't take her name tags back, so the next step is to draw little smiley faces and put pretty, shiney stickers all over them when I get my next paycheck.
Not like she's got even close to a chance of getting that desk- I come in earlier than she does, and her paltry part time ass has no right to claim something when there's someone who isn't afraid to play with the big kids and work a full forty hours a week who has legitimate prior claim to it.
And you know, I -could- move one desk over and sit next to the guy I'm flirting with. I -could- be gracious and let her have it.
But no. She had to be a petty little bitch. And so now I'm sitting where I am, -just- to prove that she can't have it. She really, really chose to screw with the wrong person.
