I loathe a woman in my department. She is stupid, but she doesn’t know it. She proceeds as if she understands everything, and furthermore, is an effective, dedicated employee. She’s not. She’s a moron.
MORON. Stupid. She is barely sentient and I wonder how she finds her way to work in the morning. Dumb. She is such an idiot I am rendered incapable of describing how big of a dumb bunny she is. I am mute in the face of the massive giant ball of suck which is her (ha!) intellect.
Our parking lot is visible to both she and I, and to another of our co-workers, a friendly young woman whom I like. The moron has swamped her with chummy camaraderie ever since she began working here a year and a half ago and they are “friends,” despite the fact that, see above: moron.
Anyway, this parking lot and a strip of land next to it is used as a cut through by a lot of people, including people going to the community college next door, and joggers. Some low-grade interesting people tromp through, including scantily clad joggers in good weather, who are sometimes worth a mild look.
But to this dope? Each and every person, particularly the repeat visitors, and those with dogs, are a source of high entertainment and much comment. She frequently hollers down the hall to the nice co-worker about what a certain woman is wearing, or what bicycle a particular student is riding today (the biker alternates between two. Believe, me I know.). Worse, sometimes she CALLS the other girl, and I can hear both of them talking through the walls! (My office is in between theirs.)
Why can’t she sit in her office and quietly be a moron? No, she has to bray out all her inanities all the livelong day, and my teeth are slowly being ground to dust at having to endure it.
:mad: fume :mad: