OF ALL THE CRAPPY DEVELOPMENTS!!!
As some of you know, I had an appointment to do a phone interview this afternoon with a hospital in lovely Brentwood, Tennessee. I was waiting, all ready to knock their socks off with my list of intelligent questions and all my vast knowledge. The phone rang, right on schedule, and right off the bat I found out there is a tiny drawback to this great job offer. The home office is in Brentwood, but the hospital I would be working at is not in Tennessee at all, it's in freakin south Louisiana!!! I'm in North Louisiana and the one thing I told the Styoooooopid head hunter about my relocation requirements, is that I AM NOT MOVING ONE FOOT CLOSER TO THE EQUATOR THAN I ALREADY AM.
What is wrong with people??? Oh well, I guess I should be glad. I don't really want to move out of my house or give up my nice job, but I was willing to consider it because of the tempting location. ::sigh::
HERE'S THE CORKER:
When the phone rang, I had to turn down my Audioslave playing in the room and get rid of my gum so I wouldn't sound like I was chomping something, and I had a sudden burst of nervousness that caused me to LOSE MY DAMN CHEWING GUM.
I STUCK IT SOMEWHERE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I PUT IT.
This can't be good. I've lost my gum before, and last time it happened, I noticed my dog was chewing and chewing but not swallowing, and when I checked him out, he had my gum. You'd think he would swallow it, but he didn't.
But I digress...
I was seriously considering moving to Brentwood for several reasons. One of them being the following:
I got some bad news at work today. My company is going to rent a wing of our building out to a new venture and the owners of the new thing are the same ASS TROLLS I used to work for. I am ok with everyone in that whole organization except for ... THE YETI. Yes folks, the yeti does exist, and it works in a hospital. Actually, "work" is too strong a word for what she does. Her activities are limited to stirring up shit, pissing people off, DISASTEROUS attempts at micro-managing departments she knows NOTHING about, and taking almost continuous smoke breaks. Throw in a little fraud, and you've got her entire agenda in a nutshell. I do not want to work with her again. Ever. I don't think it will happen, because my boss told me we are just renting to them, but I don't even want to have to look at her man-shouldered-whisker-lip, testosterone laden, false teeth wearing, man-hair having, lab coat sporting, title bragging, troublemaking, pot-bellied, closet lesbian self ever ever ever again.
I cannot, I will not.
COLOR ME DISAPPOINTED.
I am afraid that one day I will come out of my office and find yeti droppings in the hall.
Did I mention that I could smell her when she walked into the building I used to work in??? She wears this HEINOUS man-cologne. Not a good smelling one either. Manly yes, but I hate it too.