Back to life, back to reality...
Back to life, back to the present time,
Back from a fantasy yeah...

Trudging into work, I usually get myself immediately swallowed up by walls of paperwork. That said, my mood doesn't get any better realizing that our office is presently being audited.

Now, I don't have anything personal against auditors. After all, they are merely doing their job, as I do mine. But there are certain occupations that don't necessarily garner immediate friends when one announces what they do for a living: lawyers, debt collectors, auditors.

So, speaking of auditors, I imagine they'd be satisfied with the records as they were several years ago during our last review. We came, we saw. See you later, alligator. And here is your pen back. It's not as if we had any major changes since then. If you actually pulled up a picture from the past and held it up to the present, you wouldn't notice any difference.

But, eek! Are they becoming a pain that's harder to get rid of than cold blisters, or what?!

More concisely, "They are stupids!" bemoans big honcho.

And let me tell you, I consider big honcho as my equal in the office when tested on our patience by ignoramus-at-large. Yet, for her to lose her wrinkly cool... Yep, the fat lady is singing.

Not that the auditors are releasing hate-me-pheromones. Rather, what they did was assign a junior newbie to oversee the audit of our department. And while she's all perky and that about her baby and that, and like, all the other stuff, she's not all that in that thing called her head, like do you like think I can ask all these stupid questions, duh, like today, and meet up like uh, and get you to do all these stuff, like by tomorrow, while I try to figure out like what I'm supposed to do, so I don't have to miss my Vampire Diaries episodes, like yeah.

Then again, maybe it was their intention to make us hate them... We didn't before, but now we do. Hey, how about that?!

Either way, I'm looking forward to the day when we don't have boxes blocking the hallways and no nagging voice asking for candy--oops-I mean, the files. Or having to draw another picture diagram to explain how the auditing process works. Oopsie again. Where are more crayons?!

Meanwhile, the grievances set forth by the G-Guy before he quit seems to be spreading to the other areas of the department like a smoldering smoke. Funny how when my area hushes down, the other side starts their banging with their own pot-drummers. And, as usual, guess what takes the top slot. Cha-ching! But would you have expected otherwise?!

Sorry kids, the kindergarten class is full.