The Office
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19 Mar 2008 ›
8:45am
Have I told you about my new office? Well first things first—I have one. I am no longer the gatekeeper lording over the moat between the world at large and Claire’s office. Yes indeedy. I now have the power to close (slam, even!) a door other than the bathroom. This is not to say that I don’t have to share it with a co-worker— oh, but of course I do, as I remain but a miserable peon. The good news is that my office partner (her name is Kathy) travels 70% of the month, so I haven’t even met her yet. I’m crossing my fingers that she is not the token maniac that Kelly scared me about. I’ll admit that I have already played detective a tiny bit. Is that bad? Anyway, there were a few things that could be interpreted as possible red flags. But then again, my standards are a muy ridiculouso, don’t you think? You be the judge.
1.The Paris Hilton book (Confessions of an Heiress). Without having met Kathy I can’t be sure that her ownership of this wretched book is the result of anything other than a straightforward purchase. Crossing my fingers that it’s a joke gift or statement of irony.
2.The boyfriend in the majority of photos on her bulletin board appears to be a total choad. Horrifying signs include gel abuse, extreme Diesel jeans, and a sweeeeeet necklace collection (shudder.)