The Creepy IT Chick has a few more nails in her coffin. One of which is complementary of my boss. She talks loud. And cusses. And gossips. And bitches. And... she's annoying. So after a round of 'lets bitch about the boss in a job that I'm not even officially hired in' my boss had had enough. She slammed her door (not the first time) and typed out an email to her boss, politely asking for someone talk talk to her about her tone and wording. She actually had a good point. There's nothing worse than talking with a patient who's loved one is dying and trying to drown out profanities and negative comments of the person next to you. CITC admitted her volume level was high and promised to keep it down. That last for a total of three days. Monday she was back to her old self with the Creepy IT guy that hangs around her and their boss came by. She asked them how long they had been there and if she remembered that all lengthy conversations were not to be held at her desk. With that the guy skittered away and CITC was left to simmer at her desk. I could bake an egg on her forehead. Oy.

I really don't feel *that* bad for her. She's bitched about this job since I first met her. Everyone who walked by her desk would have to listen to snarky comments about her boss and whoever else she worked with that wasn't around. I felt like I was in junior high again and happened upon one of the mean girl spots. You know... the corners that all the bitchy girls hung around, cat calling to everyone else. The minute one of the teachers walked by they went into innocent mode. The biggest difference is... this chick is in her 50s/60s. It's no wonder she can't find a permanent position. Snarky ISN'T sexy. :p

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