2005-07-25 - 3:45 p.m.
I don’t know what to do.
As some of you may recall, a few month ago the faceless, nameless consulting company I work for assigned me a new “boss”. Naturally I made fun of her :
Click here to read all about her
For those of you too lazy to click back and read my scintillating musings on this bimbo, let me briefly recap:
I work for a contracting company that places individuals with other, “real” corporations. I’ve never met these placement folks, nor do I have any desire to meet them.
None what-so-ever, Skippy.
From day one, I showed up the place I was assigned and every week I submit my time electronically to some corporate e-mail payroll-time card account. I never actually dealt with the folks that actually own and manage my contract, and as long as they send my weekly paycheck I don’t want to.
A few months ago I received and e-mail informing me I had a new boss at the placement company. Whatever. If I remember correctly in my previous post, I referred to my new boss as “Lindsey the Cock Sucking Corporate Whore”.
That about sums it all up. So, since we are all caught up, let’s continue:
Lindsey the Cock Sucking Corporate Whore has called me a few times since then, to “Touch base” and “Communicate”. Yada yada yada.
She’s waaaaaaaay too energetic for me, and very patronizing. To be honest I never listen to her. She reminds me of some little yappy dog. When ever I pick up the phone and I hear her voice I go onto auto pilot and zone out.
It’s a gift.
And although I refer to her as “Lindsey the Cock Sucking Corporate Whore” I’m pretty sure, - probably 85% certain, that “Lindsay the Cock Sucking Corporate Whore:” is not her real name.
That’s the problem. I don’t know her name.
It’s could be “Janet, the Corporate Cock Sucking Whore,” or even “Hillary the Corporate Cock Sucking Whore”. Who knows? Fuck me, her name could be Fred and I wouldn’t know.
Well, now I’ve got a problem of Castanzian proportions.
She wants to “do lunch”.
Ugh.
She called me last week and of course, I blew her off. “Yea, sure. Un hun. What ever you want Miss Corporate Cock Sucking Whore….”
Well, she just called again, a few minutes ago and left me a voice mail. As soon as I heard her perky voice in my inbox, my brain went blank and I mindlessly, out of reflex, deleted it.
I did get the gist of her rambling voice mail message, I’m supposed to meet my new boss for lunch in a couple of days.
She wants me to call her back and confirm.
I can’t call her back. I don’t know here name. I’m pretty sure I can’t call the switch board and ask for “Lindsay the cock sucking whore”. I’ve been around the block enough to know that won’t work.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve gone through all my notes and old e-mails and I can’t find anything that would suggest what her name is. Christ, all I can find is a bunch of doodles of a naked woman with some Batman references in the margins. What the fuck? What do these notes mean? Christ I need to quit drinking.
What the fuck is Ms Cocksuckers name?
Do I wait for her to call back? What if she doesn’t call me back?
Do I call and ask the operator who my boss is?
Nothing good can come of this.
Argggh.
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