Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Glass Houses

Yesterday, my coworker was in a rather foul mood. Nooooo, it wasn't my fault. And no, it wasn't my influence. Some things have absolutely nothing to do with me.

Until I make them about me. But that's not the point.

The point is, she was cyclically affected and out if sorts. It happens. I'm not criticizing, either. I would have to step outside my glass house for that. And I feel no need to do so.

By the end of the day, however, a problem arose from her behavior. She'd just verbally attacked yet another person who had foolishly stepped into the lab and I snapped.

"Excuse me," I said coldly to her. "I am the Lab Bitch."

Pfft. Honestly. Do I have to tell people everything?


  1. BAHHAAHHHAAHHAAA! We certainly can't have two of that, no no no! You only...

  2. Being that I am the subject of this post I should respond. LMAO!!!!!!!! I was particularly bitchy this day and the poor innocent person who brought me the 1,000th urine for the day had to hear my bitching. As this was not the first thing this day I had voiced my disapproval of I was stopped dead in my tracks. I think there were four people in the room at this point when she whirled around and pointed at me. "Hey, there is only one lab bitch and I'm it". Well this snapped me right back to reality. Thanks for setting me straight.