No B!tch - YOU go to Kinkos!

Will explain the title above in a few seconds but before I do, I have a mini shout to JLe because he keeps pushing for an update and if it weren't for that, I would never post. I guess what he says is true because every time I do try and create a new post I a) can't seem to remember how to login and b) can't remember what my password is.
I also know that the only reason he does tell me to get blogging is because he's sick and tired of my frequent phone calls and is looking for a way to get me the f- off the phone!

Let's get to the real reason we blog - we want to share our thoughts/feeling/experiences and maybe some reader will make a connection and take part somehow. The reason I blog today is to b!tch about the nightmare that exists in my day-to-day life.

I don't want to necessarily trash the person she is on the world wide web, but I want to discuss a specific instance that happened just this past Wednesday. You can make your own judgments on her character ;)

There is a very important Reception to take place downtown starting 6PM that day. With any Reception, preparations are needed: guest lists need to be drawn up, signs must be made, makeup done, hair checked etc. My boss gave us very clear instructions - Do Not arrive any later than 5:30PM. I alert the "team" (I use that term loosely) and say we should leave no later than 5PM as it takes time to check for last minute items, catch a cab, etc. I don't know why it's soo difficult for some people to just prioritize. If you don't have your work together by 5PM - ditch the makeup. So Ms.B realizes it's nearly 5:10PM and she has not picked up the signage from Kinkos. She says to me "we should take separate cabs or else we'll both be late." I'm thinking, "Yea, I'm already late waiting for your arse so I'm gonna get going first." But no... she hands me a $100 bill and tells me to use the money to get her signs and SHE'S going to go first. ??!!! First of all, where do you get your sense of entitlement to tell ME what to do? And second of all, what makes you think I'm actually going to do it just because you said so - all so that you can arrive on time? Again... ??!!! I don't SAY those things because I don't need her crushing me while we're on the way down in an elevator but I do tell her "No, I was told to be somewhere at 5:30PM and I'm not going to be late." The B shoves the $100 in my face and shouts "JUST GO GET THE SIGNS FROM KINKOS - I have the laptop and sdflkjdflkj - !!!" In her psychotic self-righteous rage she realizes she left the Kinkos slip upstairs and since she's the only one that knows where it is and - need I say more? I jump in a cab take off.

But really? I miss on a few details... The chick has been at the company about a year less than me and has put in way less time than a lot of the other staff members yet she has somehow crowned herself Queen Bee. The REAL Queen Bee returns to work this Monday and the B better sit her arse down because we are ALL sick of her.