The friday five finally came around. It's at the end ;)So yesterday at work we were handed this new survey about terrorism, 6 months later. I scan through the questions. Keep in mind how much my morning affected my afternoon: heavy petting in the front seat and hearing the story of Dave being officially fired.
This survey is reading along fine until they ask the following: Who do you think is responsible for the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
I knew and I KNOW that this question shouldn't be offensive to those who are asking it, but I was so pissed off and ready to fuck with "authority" that I played the offensive.
Heather (wenchboss) walks over to me after noticing the "confusion" I painted on my face. She asks if I understand the survey and/or have any problems. I struggle.
"Yes, I have a problem with this...it's hard to vocalize so I hope you'll bare with me.""What seems to be the problem, Sally?""Well, it's with number seven. 'Who do you think is responsible for the Israeli Palestinian conflict?' Something about that puts me at great unease.""Could you be more specific?""I suppose I could try. It's just that I don't feel right asking that.""Why not?""I'm not sure. I suppose it might have something to do with the fact that I'm Jewish and to ask this question would be a conflict of interest for me."
Heather calls Belio in and they discuss my alternatives. They can't force me to leave because I'm a student, and the same goes towards their ability to fire me. So under the assumption that it's impossible for me to be fired it's safe to say that the stakes in this game are really low if existent at all.
Belio comes into the office, gets his ass kissed by Heather for a little while and then proceeds to change the way things work. I'm then informed that while this terrorism survey is conducted (read: for at least the next month), I am excluded and will instead conduct the New York State survey on political and economic issues. And I'll tell you what that means.
That means that I spent my three hour shift last night playing minesweeper on the computer because I figured out how to add games.
Later, we were all involved in a 10 minute discussion about Madonna. Hooknose, the supervisor that wrote Dave up a few weeks back, was on the job and actively involved in the discussion. She does not stop me and this one guy from talking for 5 seconds. So I take the opportunity and a break from my minesweeper game 5 minutes later and I ask to speak with her outside.
Hooknose is all cordial until I say the following:"You remember that one day you confronted me and Dave for speaking between cubicles? Well what's the difference between then and now?"
Stupid bitch. She gives me an attitude and claims that we were talking for 30, count 'em, 30 minutes and that that was the reason why Dave got written up and I didn't.
Stupid bitch. It's war now.
1. What's your favorite animal? I have a thing for koalas.
2. What pets have you had in your lifetime? 7 cats over 15 years. I love and miss every one of them, specially Jobey. We had a dog once but it was for too short a time to be considered a real pet.
3. Is there any specific pet that you've wanted but never had?I've wanted a dog for more than 3 months. Small one, beagle possibly. Cute.
4. Are you allergic to any animals?Nope, whee!
5. Do you have any 'pet' pet peeves (your pets or others')?When Jobey would mark my hallway with his scent. Completely pissed me off and stunk up the hallway for weeks. But now, I miss everything he did.
