A girl who could be me for real [c/o of The Black List]:
THE WOMAN IN MARKETING WHO GLARES AT YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN WHILE WALKING PAST YOUR DESK: You're sitting in your cube, hitting the refresh button at the top of your Hotmail account over and over while pretending to be busy or just not look so damned lazy. So you're sitting there staring at your computer screen like the good little day slave you are when that random fat lady in Marketing saunters ever so slowly past your cube. You feel her eyes on you, and a sidelong glance confirms your suspicions: She's STARING AT YOUR SCREEN WHILE SHE PASSES. Why? She's either staring at your screen to determine just what fascinating web fluff you're perusing, or else she's just staring at you because she hates you, or maybe because you're just so incredibly hot or so incredibly heinous or most likely, so incredibly LAZY that she just can't help herself. And watch, she'll do the exact same thing five minutes later while walking back to her desk? As if anything has changed in those five minutes, as if you're any less lazy or ugly or hot -- or as if you'd interpreted her poisonous glare as a prompt to "get to work" and you'd actually suddenly decided to begin WORKING. Ha! Good one, but nope. No way. FPosted by Candicissima at May 13, 2004 05:29 PM