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So I work with this woman named Teal. She won’t tell us her age, but I think she’s in her early 40’s. I don’t know if Teal is her real name or not, but her personality suggests that she is the kind who would change her name to a color.
She began working in our office about two months ago. I met her when she came in for her first interview. I would describe her appearance as….jarring. For starters, her lips are very big, one wouldn’t be out of line in assuming that she had implants. Now that I think of it, the validity of much of her being, from her name to her hair color is quite questionable.
I cannot begin to describe the quagmire that is Teal.
Often, I can't walk by Teal’s desk without her stopping me with some ridiculous request or tidbit, I get anything from, “Ben, I think there're ants under the carpet” to “could you stand on top of this chair and hold my phone chord high in the air until it unravels?”
At first, I was very annoyed, but now it’s just funny.
Today she came in with a wopper. “I’ve had a very bad morning” she said while starring in my direction, she then closed her eyes for about ten seconds. Finally she opened them and said abruptly, “you don’t see that?!” I looked closer, she had a small gash on the top of her eye lid, it didn't look comfortable but certanly nothing to call home about. “I would tell you what happened”, she said, “but you would not believe me”. I paused for a moment and said to my self, “your probably right”.
After milking it for a while, the truth came out. Her cat, who apparently has a tendency to fall of the bed, got her claw stuck in her eye lid in a last attempt to latch onto something before taking another dive onto the floor.
Teal claims that she’s in pain, but I think she actually likes the attention. The story is getting more and more ridiculous as I hear her tell it over and over.
There is no question that the story reached its peak when she tried to tell me with a straight face that there was an actual diesis called “cat scratch fever”, and that her doctor is concerned that she might have it (mind you - this “world renowned” eye doctor, was apparently able to make the prognosis over the phone).
I went to the bathroom and when I came back, I saw her telling the story to a group of people from the office next door, they were all huddled around like it was a bond fire, and she was the scout leader, telling the scary story.
I'm sure there will be more to come.
Oh yea - and I'm currently downloading Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever” and I plan on blasting it as soon as I can.
She began working in our office about two months ago. I met her when she came in for her first interview. I would describe her appearance as….jarring. For starters, her lips are very big, one wouldn’t be out of line in assuming that she had implants. Now that I think of it, the validity of much of her being, from her name to her hair color is quite questionable.
I cannot begin to describe the quagmire that is Teal.
Often, I can't walk by Teal’s desk without her stopping me with some ridiculous request or tidbit, I get anything from, “Ben, I think there're ants under the carpet” to “could you stand on top of this chair and hold my phone chord high in the air until it unravels?”
At first, I was very annoyed, but now it’s just funny.
Today she came in with a wopper. “I’ve had a very bad morning” she said while starring in my direction, she then closed her eyes for about ten seconds. Finally she opened them and said abruptly, “you don’t see that?!” I looked closer, she had a small gash on the top of her eye lid, it didn't look comfortable but certanly nothing to call home about. “I would tell you what happened”, she said, “but you would not believe me”. I paused for a moment and said to my self, “your probably right”.
After milking it for a while, the truth came out. Her cat, who apparently has a tendency to fall of the bed, got her claw stuck in her eye lid in a last attempt to latch onto something before taking another dive onto the floor.
Teal claims that she’s in pain, but I think she actually likes the attention. The story is getting more and more ridiculous as I hear her tell it over and over.
There is no question that the story reached its peak when she tried to tell me with a straight face that there was an actual diesis called “cat scratch fever”, and that her doctor is concerned that she might have it (mind you - this “world renowned” eye doctor, was apparently able to make the prognosis over the phone).
I went to the bathroom and when I came back, I saw her telling the story to a group of people from the office next door, they were all huddled around like it was a bond fire, and she was the scout leader, telling the scary story.
I'm sure there will be more to come.
Oh yea - and I'm currently downloading Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever” and I plan on blasting it as soon as I can.