I Believe A Couple of People Actually Said WTF?

.....when they saw this Friday night

Do we all know what this is?  Yeah, it's me with my two ex-best friends.....  Getting retardedly drunk.  How did we get back to this point from this and the whole "Mean Girls" work clique? 

Let me start by saying, shit has been bad at work.  I've been keeping my head down, doing what's asked and watching the shit brew.  People were becoming discontent.  Grumbling under their breath and just generally being weird.  Most days I'm too tired to deal with the drama, so I just sit in my cubicle and do my job... Well, act like I'm doing it anyway.  Some days I just aimlessly surf the internet ALL DAY LONG.  That's the beauty of being in charge of everything computer related and a salary employee required to be here...

Two weeks ago a comment was made about a couple of our support staff clocking each other out in order to take longer lunches.  Personally, I sit clear at the back of the building, so I have no idea when anyone comes or goes, nor do I care for the most part.  BUT these two people happen to be two of the three people that were making my life a living hell not all that long ago, so I took special interest.  I also made mental note that the third of that group, Tara, had become suspiciously absent in their wanderings around the building and had been attempting to talk to me more.  I just chalked it up to the fact that at some point we'd start speaking again.  I mean, hello?  We've been best friends forever....

I sat back and quietly gathered all the evidence I needed to make the bust on these two, because technically it is my job to pay attention to things going on with the time clock when an issue arises.  It wasn't one day before I discovered the plot.  Every single day one of them was leaving at like 10:50 and not clocking out.  At 11:30, when the other one went to lunch, she'd clock both of them out and the first one wouldn't arrive back until around 12:35.  Sneaky, but our office really isn't that big.  People were starting to notice, even though she'd leave her purse on her table like she was just away from her desk. 

Last week Tara looked at me as I was walking through the lunchroom while she was eating her lunch alone and said "If you know something bad is going on and you don't say something about it, does that make you just as guilty?"  "Yeah dude, it really does, but I know what you're saying and it'll be dealt with soon enough" I told her and left it at that.  I forwarded all the snapshots of the information to the Director of Operations that afternoon.  By the next morning the Director, President of the company and their manager were watching them.  They were worried because we didn't have concrete proof that the one was clocking the other out.  It could have been anyone in the company, but we knew it was her.

Then it happened.  Thursday girl number two went up to the receptionist (who knew what was going on because she sees them leave every day)  and said "I got (girl #1)'s employee number mixed up with yours when I was clocking her out, so your time clock is messed up."  Bingo.  The receptionist told the manager and the manager documented it and fixed her time in the system.

Friday morning I was too tired to come into work on time.  The guy I'm seeing, Brandon, his best friend was struck dead by a heart attack last week.  A healthy, 47 year old who doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't do drugs, was out mowing the lawn, came inside and dropped dead and his 10 year old found him sort of situation.  The funeral was Friday.  I didn't go because Brandon's wife was going (they're separated if you haven't read about that), but I felt like I should hang out with him until it was time to go to the funeral, so we actually got to sleep in a bit.  It was nice considering we were out late Thursday night and we NEVER get to sleep in.

I wake up around 10 and look at my email.  Justice has been served.  Both of them were fired Friday morning.  I call in and deactivate their email accounts and get the gossip about how they both left yelling and screaming and having a fit.  Awesome.  Too bad I missed it, because you know what ladies?  Karma is a bitch.  You made my life miserable for months over things that were nobody's business but my own.  I hope that they both had good stories to tell their husbands when they got home, because truth is, they were both cheating, that's why they were taking the long lunches.  Ugh.  To be a fly on the wall for that conversation....

Friday night I had no plans.  My car was broken down, so I knew I had to stay close or cab it somewhere because Brandon had his kids.  Part of me wanted to crash and burn from the ridiculous week I'd just had.  I decided against staying home when E beat Brandon in the head with his cast and I sent him to bed because he did it on purpose.  Ugh.  I walked my ass up to Job 2 and sat down for a drink.  There were plenty of people I knew there and I had booked the band, so if I chose the company, it was there.  I just wanted to drink alone and people watch.

About an hour after I got there Tara texted me and it said "Wild freaking day you missed.  I need to drink... A lot, are you at VIP?"  I replied back that I was and she said "Great, be there in a bit."  Once she showed up and filled me in, it was all down hill from there.  The whole neighborhood had packed the place for the band and shots were flowing.  At some point Nicole shows up and isn't in the best of moods, but she's ok.  Then shit like this started happening....

Why yes, we're molesting a taxi... What the fuck?  And who had my phone to take these pictures??

No clue what's going on in this one or who this dude is.

Yeah, train de-railed....  Fun times.  Tara's dude, Mike, was actually civil and attempting to have some fun.  I don't know if he's been working on not being such an asshole or what, but he did end up dropping me off at the house when it was decided that we needed to get outta there before shit really got stupid.  

I woke up the next morning to Gavin throwing my soaking wet phone at me.  He told me "Good thing you got that expensive waterproof case, because it rained last night."  Yes Gavin, good thing......  I rolled back over and laid around until work at 7 since I still didn't have a car.....