The Untouchables

Have you ever had a coworker that just would not get fired no matter what they did? Things you were sure would result in them being terminated, especially since it was the fourth occurrence, as others had received such penance for far less—even these, could not end in such a result. Not only do I have one of these, but we pretty much co-reign the untouchable realm of our office.

I thought our reign was coming to a tragic close last Thursday, but my theory holds fast as he reclaimed his job after just less than an hour long meeting this morning with our employers. One of our coworkers, ever the resident bitch-extraordinaire, was pissed as you can only imagine. (I understand that sentence involved two words not normally in my vocabulary. If you met her, you would understand I had no alternative.)

Long live the untouchables. Which reminds me, I have another story about our reign. I haven't quite decided if it's bloggable yet as I'm not sure all the general public can handle it. Let's just say that after four ridiculous months of unmeasurable sexual tension and our boss repeatedly asking him if we went out yet, we finally hung out Saturday. Why is it that people expect the only two attractive people at our tiny office within the same age range to hook up? He is definitely among the top five hottest guys I have ever met though, hands down.

But I'm still moving to California. Unfortunately I just got a Wii to distract myself from recent events involving unexpected actions I have yet to post about and it is also distracting me from my portfolio site.

Must. Gain. Focus.

I'm coming Bre, honestly I am.