Well, my glorious work at home days are up, apparently. My evil, Christmas hating, not giving a sh!t about the transit strike boss has made me come in to work.
She is the female Lumberg. While I was out yesterday (yeah, it's SUPPOSED to be working from home, but I had sh!t to do....like laundry and fighting with gays in the pizzaria), she left me a message. If I knew how to add that sh!t via audio file to this post, I would, but here's how it went:
She Lumberg: "Um, yeaaaaah....Kat? This is She-Devil (OK, she didn't really say that, but let's just call her that, OK?). Um...........I thought you'd beeeeee there.....
So........um......if you're there....pick up the phooooone.
(second long pause)
OK......ahhhhh......well I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to need you to go ahead and come IN to the office tomorrowwwwww. It's just that, you know, working from home IS an option, but since you do liiiiiiiiiive in the city, it might make sense to have you come in and let some of the others work from hoooooooome.
OK, I guess you're not picking up....so......"
Then, my machine cut that b!tch off.
What a whore.
I didn't even call her a$$ back. I figured I'd let her sweat about whether or not I'd show up. I almost called in sick too, but I think I'll save that one for tomorrow!
So here I am. After schlepping 20 blocks. At least someone brought donuts.....mmmmmm donuts.........
Happy almost Christmas ya'll!!!