...was the nickname our friend Charles had for his second wife (he's now on Wife #3), and I feel it fits perfectly here.
Today WHMG2 (aka Tamponica) threw a fit because the holiday postage stamps hadn't been ordered by now. I pushed back, nicely, as I've found that this is the way to deal with her. She had no clue that this is the usual time of year that they're ordered - actually, it's closer to Veterans Day, which is on the 11th - and asked me when they were ordered last year, like I would know. Last year, and every year since I've worked here, it's been Dan's job.
It's just more proof that for the most part, she has absolutely no clue how to do anything in this bookstore. It's also another sign that
I DODGED A MAJOR BLONDE BULLET
and I continue to have absolutely zero regret for not applying for this position. Because PUKE.
Meanwhile, Dan ventured up and vented that wow, she is really on one today - she caught him chatting with Ryan, for all of 30 seconds, and he was rewarded with a nice crusty dirty look from her. You know it's bad when Dan adds to the complaints. Normally he gives everyone a pass.
Otherwise, it's been a great day. Kyle and I continue to wonder who will soon be our new supervisor. Earlier today I had some intel that forty-one folks applied for the position, and nineteen were selected for interviewing. That number will hopefully bump up to twenty, as one of our bookstore coworkers was originally sifted out due to his perceived lack of leadership experience. We know he would be great, but the almighty HR didn't agree, so Heidi was hoping to change their minds. Here's hoping.