Rough Day on the Campaign Trail

Today turned out to be a rather rough day on my Homecoming Queen campaign, hitting some major bumps. Today I had an intense battle with my menstrual angst, which was attempting to rear its ugly head and completely massacre anyone and anything that pissed me off. I kept things in check, however, I have bitten a hole through my left check in the process. All for the cause!

I didn't mention this in my last blog, but there was a new developement that occurred within the last week: the girl who previously held my position is back, working in a different group, sitting in a cubicle 4 down from mine. She quit last spring, and then attempted to get her job back on the day that I signed my contract...weird. So, over the last few months, my boss has dropped casually here and there how this girl, we'll call her Penny, wants her job back, and has flattered him endlessly through emails, really stroking his ego good. This is after he told me all the horrible things about her and how it wasn't a good fit with them, she wasn't a good people person, and overall, a very manipulative employee. But, now she's back, and has been kissing his ass since her first day.

Today, I decided to be the bigger person, and make an effort to introduce myself to her...stake my territory. Normally, this type of situation has only occurred with boyfriends, and my tactic there would be to wear something completely fabulous that accents the girls, make sure my hair is perfectly curly, walk up to the hooker, stare her down whilst smiling my most fabulous smile and threaten her life. It seems to work pretty well, because while I'm not a large woman, I am scrappy, and will fight dirty. This tactic will not work in this situation, however, so I wear my best girl-next-door-in-the-professional-working-world outfit, and just walk up and introduce myself, saying something to the effect of "Yes, I know I took your job, but there is no way in hell you are getting it back without a fight. It was so nice to meet you. Welcome back." She was fake and polite back, eying me up and down, sizing me up to see if she could take me. I would bet any amount of money that she will ask me to lunch and try to get information out of me. Maybe by that time, my boss will have revoked my lunch privileges, and I will have to decline(he actually did this with her. She wasn't allowed to go out to lunch after her first year of working there. I LOVE MY JOB).

So, for the rest of the night, I will be updating my resume and applying to some fabulous positions I found on craigslist, as well as calling about bar tending classes. Look for me slutting it up behind the bar at some establishment in DC. Perhaps I should apply to work at Front Page...do you think they would let the sloppy-drunk-off-champagne-at-2pm-on-a-Saturday-afternoon girl work there?? Fingers corssed!!!

LOVE!