Basket Case

I have to share a desk with this wonderful lady named Niki Basket. She works in the morning, and then I work in the afternoons. It's like musical chairs at work. I'm all over the board. Anyway. She isn't wonderful. She's an OCD control freak with alergies to everything under the sun. She's alergic (apparently) to people in the office, their smells or something and she wears a hospital mask. Fortunately I don't have to know her, but I get to know her through the people she sits by and bothers through out the days.

I have to set up the files EXACTLY like Niki does or else. "It's just better to do what she wants." One lady says. It's like they're all afraid of her. She complains about any little thing too. I just started working and she's already complaining to the supervisor about me. Fortunately our supervisor is on my side. Us against Niki. I recently found a billboard on the desk she made to make sure I don't mix up the paper clips BIG ones here and SMALL ones here. ONLY. Everyone rolled their eyes when I pointed it out. She's also a lefty mouse user and uses this obnoxious mouse that she doesn't want me to touch and get my germs all over or something so I have to get in behind the computer every day and switch mouse plugs to use my own mouse. I noticed hers has a USB cable plugged into a converter to plug into the mouse plug. I suggested how much nicer it would be if we just stuck her mouse in the USB slot and mine in the reg. mouse slot and all would be happy. NO NO, they say. NIKI WOULDN'T LIKE THAT. It's best to do things her way. And her way is that she doesn't want to even see evidense of my existance, hence using my own mouse and stowing it away in her neighbor's cubicle. What a dumbass! I also have to fix the dumb chair everyday too. It's all low and every little tilt is wrong. (She's a heavier lady as I've seen so she is particular about her chair as well.) But if you think she has OCD she's definetly not the clean type. There are crumbs and used staples and dust bunnies EVERYWHERE! It's gross.

But like the nice lady who sits next to us says, "It's a matter of respect." And I believe it. But I don't believe her complaining about me everyday when I swear I leave her damn desk the same as I came in. Where's respect for me? Don't I help her do her job? Ew. One co worker told me she complained that I was doing something totally wrong, and that co worker had trained me and she knew I wasn't doing anything of the sort. Ugh. So guess what I call Niki Basket? You guessed it! Niki the Basket Case! (I know so original) And because she's such a bitch and I don't even know her, it sux that every one tells me they just have to please her and move one with their lives. That's like working next to a land mine, man. I'd rather set it off, blow it up and be done with it rather than tip toe around and try not to step on it. What babies.

I'm so evil. At work I sit and think about what I could do to get even with her for the world. Something that no one would suspect its me. Nothing illegal. Something nice that might slowly degenerate over time. hahaha. Ah.

I do remember this funny script I downloaded once where you attatch it to any file on your computer (like a program) And when the user tries to access the program a different program pops up and say instantly turns off the computer. Wouldn't that be a scream to put on her computer? Once I'm gone of course. Ah hahaa, I remember how mad my mom was when I did it to our computer at home and then went away to school. hehehehe.

Evil is my middle name.

Lori Evil

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