Let Me Out

It's Friday before Memorial Day weekend and a co-worker told me this morning that usually our managers come around at 2pm and tell us we can go home early. Well, now it's 3pm and this has not happened yet. My desk faces the glass enclosure that is the department director's office. So, now I have resorted to just sitting at my desk and focusing on looking bored. Hopefully, they will catch on.

There's this one guy here that I do not get along with. In short, he is an ass. He is an ass to everyone. I told the director (my boss) that he was harassing me (calling me "knocked-up" and refusing to leave from behind my desk) about a month ago. She then called him into her office and told him only to speak to me on work-related matters and that he needs to be professional in the office. He has not spoken to me since then. Anyway, this morning, he brought in cookies for everyone, put them in the department library, and sent out a group e-mail to all thirteen people in our department, except for me, inviting them to "help themselves to cookies in the library to satify their snack urge." Dork. So, I'm more than ready to leave. Now.