January 30, 2010
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Oh Rochelle how I loathe thee…
As most of you have not yet had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know the woman for whom this blog is dedicated to, this preliminary post shall serve as a basic introduction.
First and foremost, Shelly is the receptionist at my company. She also holds the title of office manager. Even more, she is the executive assistant to the principal of the firm. But more than anything, Shelly is completely incompetent, unrelentingly tactless, (I’d like to include the term worthless but my conscious is preventing me from doing so), and wholly pathetic. She is a total bitch and the bane of my existence. She is my existential angst, and all I want to do, on a daily basis, is slap the bitch, existentially of course.
