Jake and I got together with one of my old coworkers last Friday for dinner and gossip. It was good to see her again. It's funny how I gripe about my job, and yet are able to meet all kinds of nice people because of it. We went to Marie Callendars and I totally blew my die.. err.... new eating habits. From there we went to her house for wine and chatted until the wee hours of the morning. I didn't want to drive right after drinking so it was perfect. It was really nice to get away from the computer for a while, even if I did feel like I was cheating. :P

The new supervisor turned in her one month notice this week. I don't blame her. The people she had to supervise gave her hell from day one. They were upset that their old boss was booted out and wanted my boss to know it. Funny thing is, they didn't do anything but hurt themselves. The new gal tried to stand up for them and make things easier. She spent her days helping them to stay ahead while putting her duties on the back burner. Now they're going to have to be responsible for their own work and face my boss' wrath if they continue to slack off. In short: they fucked up.

After she put in her notice she asked me if I read her resignation email. I said yes and she looked at me and smiled. Then she said, "I covered your ass. When the boss said she didn't know how she was going to find another supervisor with my qualifications I told her she didn't have to. She had the perfect person for the job sitting right outside her door. That she should promote you, give you my responsibilities and take over the supervising part. She agreed." I was blown away. I thanked her and commented that I wasn't going to hold my breath on it. She said that if the boss doesnt do it by the time she leaves to call her up.

Later on that day my friend asked me about the position. Then the IT guy called and asked. Apparently my boss had talked to them about it. The next day my other friend tried to give me the heads up on some very cool news. It would seem she's been talking to everyone about it BUT me. As great as a promotion would be I can't help but be annoyed that she didn't feel comfortable talking to me about it. I can see her not wanting to get my hopes up, but this talking to everyone else about it is rubbing me raw. I'm just waiting for the janitor to ask me what I think about my new position.

The new supervisor at work is showing a different side of her lately. I decided to keep my distance when I first caught wind of her passive aggressive attitude. One minute she's giggly and friendly, the next she looks at me like she wants to kick my ass. Weird... Last night she asks how to ghost her company email so people can't see who it's from. I told her she could do it... but not on UCLA's dime. Then I suggested she just open a fictitious Yahoo account and send it from there. Her eyes lit up like I was down with the scheme (which I wasn't) and started to tell me about her plan. Apparently the two girls who talk shit about her do it in Spanish not knowing that she speaks it. Oy. She she's going to send something to them in Spanish to freak them out. What part of professional does she NOT understand? I just nodded okay and turned back to my desk. I soooo do not want to be in the middle of this school-ground shit.

Aparently one of my coworkers complained to my boss about me. She felt I was talking to her in a supervisory way when in fact I am not her supervisor. No shit, Sherlock. I guess telling her that the MANDITORY fields she is NOT filling out is considered talking to her in a supervisory way. The kicker is that my boss told her: When she talks to you, it's like I'm talking to you. I wonder if saying, "You're fired, bitch!" will work.