23 Jan 2008 › 12:10pm
Well she’s managed to top herself.
It appears that June treated herself to a chemical peel that has left her face beet-red and shiny. It’s atrocious. She looks like a boiled hot dog. I can’t even look straight at her without wincing. I have no idea how Ali manages. If I were her I’d be curled up in the fetal position under her desk all day, listening to the soothing sound of trickling water* and trying not to wet myself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if June would just address it and move on. But in true June form it’s straight up denial all the way. Oh when will you finally be fired crazy lobster lady?
*Perhaps you haven’t been reading this blog since the beginning. Perhaps you didn’t know that June (Ali’s hanging-by-a-thread-boss) is going through a divorce, and had their entire area of the building Feng Shui’d. Perhaps you weren’t aware that at the suggestion of the Feng Shui chick, June installed an enormous, noisy fountain in front of Ali’s desk. Perhaps you didn’t know that when Ali makes phone calls it sounds like she’s maxin and relaxin in a urinal.
