Ha!

On Monday I was grousing about the new Director wanting to collect all our personal contact information. Since the info is on file with HR I didn't see why he had to have it on file. I questioned the person who was given responsibility to collect the info and he relented and told me I didn't have to submit it if I wasn't comfortable.

This afternoon, my new Assistant Director emails the collected information to the Director and cc's everyone in the group. Meaning everyone now knows everyone else's address, home phone number...

Call me old-fashioned, but to me that's unprofessional. The guy who was collecting it sent out an email assuring everyone that "only Carole and Todd will have access to it." Guess what! You were wrong!

That ain't right.

Harrumph!

wafflelips was complaining about her boss on the way home--I know, such a rare occasion. This evening, she was bemoaning Ass Boss' lack of planning skills. I responded that it was only natural, since Ass Boss is "whimpering, whining, floundering, flailing child of the moment with absolutely no foresight" and readied myself for the wafflelip's next round of venom and outrage.

She laughed. Laughed!

"You're so grumpy it's cuuuuute!"

I am not cute! My wrath is mighty and fearsome as a semi bearing down on you at 80mph! My ire turns grown men intro trembling jelly-kneed submissive heaps! The cold caress of my sarcasm could wither a mighty sequoia into nothing but a bonsai. And she says I'm CUTE?