Some body at work does’nt like me!
Sorry I have not posted in a few day’s but I had to go to visit my Mom on Friday and ended up staying their until late Saturday’s night because Mom and my new Uncle Jim (not my real Uncle) got really drunked up and I had to stay at her House to keep them from driving out to Krogger which that they like to do when they are drunked. Anyway on Thursday I came to Work and when I got their (late, GOD, because my old car had leak’ed oil all over the parking lot because it had a leak) some body had put a fake Vomit on my chair. Well, I found out it was a fake Vomit, but first I thought it was a real Vomit and I could’nt figure out who had make a sick on my chair or why or even how. I was afraid to go into my cube because of the Vomit and walked around the Office for fifteen minute’s and drake a juice and made myself a coffey even thought I totally don’t drink coffey and every body knows that and my boss came up to me and said Well Batt I see your’e finally growing up into a Man and drinking coffey and I just smyled all sick looking and said yeah and felt ashamed and embarrassed that he saw me making a coffey. Since I do’nt even drink coffey but now someone had seen me making one I figured I had to drink it because of my boss’s seeing me and making that remark about it putting Hair’s on my chest so I put lots and lots of sugars and creem in it and tried to drink it but it was to hot and it burnded my lipps and tonnge and I cryed out in pain (but real soft. )
So I walked around avoiding the Vomit in my chair until it was eleeven o’the clock and then went into my cubbicle and hey it was’nt real Vomits! and I was sueprised and shagrinned. Who would even totally put fake Vomits on my chair in my own pryvit cubbicle?!?! It was like a Roger joke, who is a real joker when it comes to Vomits and stuff, but Roger does’nt work in my office or even know which cubbicle is mine or whatever, so I new right off it was’nt Roger. Then I went to the woman who is in the cubbicle next to me and said Hay Pennellopey (because that is her name, Pennellopey) do you know if any one has been in my cubbicle to day and she was all No, Batt, I have been working and I don’t watch you’re **** cubbicle (I sensored that). And she made me feal bad for totally even asking and I said thank you, Pennellopey even thogh I thot she was beeing a kind of ***** about it (I sensored that too but I was so Angry).
I went back to my cubbicle and got too peeces of papper and moved the Vomit out of my chair (I no it was fake Vomits, but it still made me feel burbly inside too think about touching it) and satted down and tryed in vein to work. Then my Boss came by and wanted to no why his spread’s sheet of all those summed numberals were’nt done yet and I tryed to explayn about the fake Vomits but all he sed was Talk to the Hand, Batt. I sed I dint know what Talk to the Hand ment and he just rolled his eiyes’s and walked and stomped on off.
I was haungry then because it was all ready twvelve noun but be cause of the fake Vomits I dint think I could eet, GOD. So I just keppt working on all those summs I had to do since my boss had all ready discroverd that I had’nt not finished and that I wass dumm (see pervious poust).
The rest of my weak was totally just like that and when I camed to work on Friday the fake Vomits was back!!!!!!! I do’nt no what to do about his magic Vomits. I am thinking about asking the computer cammera moniter man to aim his cammera at my cubbicle to find out who the Fake Vomits Person is, but I no he will just laff at me like the computer men all ways do which makes my face hot and I swet and stuter when I try to talk to them men. When I talk to any of the computer mens at all I feal like they are all sekretly laffing at me all the time totally.
I will find out who the magic Vomits person is just you wait
