The Office Bitch was on Vacation.
But now she's back.

Oh, my dear. What a week it's been. Away for just five days and look how the world changed.

Our happy (ha!) little company has been "restructured". Oh, I knew it was coming. I began to suspect something when the copier lease ran out and he wanted to go month-to-month. This man is a landlord. Month to month is heresy to him.

Then there were all the closed door meetings. Him and Dan-O,the Big Man, the two of them with the door shut. From my chair, I could see they were engaged in something big. And then Dan-O decided that every phone call should be private- why, I couldn't use my old trick of filing outside his office when he was on the phone to find out what was going on! He thought he was pretty smart, old Dan-O. But he forgets who gets the faxes, the tax records, who stays late to read all those files....

And they think I'm overpaid!

Anyhow, it's no skin off my nose, but my little receptionist has quit over all this. Can't say I blame her. They told her she was being packed away with the files, desks and credenza, moving to a new office with Dan-O and Jane. I'll miss bitching to her.

Jane, the financial genius(HA!) who does all the financials, she's going to be the new Office Manager at the new site. She has been jealous of me since day one, jealous of my role and importance to the company.Jealous of my relationship with Mr B. So let her find out what its like to move an office.She'll fail miserably and get fired. Then we'll see who's so smart.

She'll never know I told the receptionist to quit.

Heee hee.

Welcome from the Office Bitch.

Oh, did you think this was going to be some little site where idiots complain about the bitchy woman who works next to them?

Oh my dear. You couldn't be more wrong. You are in my office now. I am the bitch and it is my job to tell YOU like it is. I have worked for this company a long damn time, and I have seen it all. Mr B., you think he is odd? You don't know the half of it. When we worked downtown, before we moved out here to the suburbs, the green adn boring suburbs, where he can look our the window all afternoon if he wants to- downtown, there was a lot more action.

You know Mr. B is loaded, right. Not just rich, wealthy, monied...he has fucking millions of dollars. Inherited. His wife, Mrs B. likes to spend it fast and hard. Those two boys, they have had everything, and look how they turned out. Its amazing they can keep car insurance. But, he allows it, so....

Don't get all defensive, it's better you know what you are dealing with here. Know a snake from a snake. Most men are snakes, anyways. My ex, He was a snake. Left me high and dry, the SOB. I HAD to go to work, I had to raise my kids alone. But most men are like that, right? Your ex? An asshole? MMM hmmm.

So, have you bonded with the other girl, Jean, in the office yet? Yeah, don't get to close to her. She'll shove everything she can't do onto your desk. Don't offer to help her. No. She will screw herself and then Mr. B will see how inept she is. What? Team players? Hahahahahahaha!!! ..*sigh* that's a good one. You're on my team, honey.