At work right now, we’ve got a woman who normally works at another campus of the uni I work at. She’s over at our campus right now for training, because basically, she can’t touch a thing without stuffing it up. She’s a walking catastrophe and I’m scared to go near her because my shoelaces spontaneously undo themselves etc – she has that effect on things. I mean, just today, she TWICE walked past my computer and it spontaneously crashed! Plus she sneezed, and my disk drive stuffed up mysteriously. It’s going to be an interesting fortnight.
Also, we have to count the incoming money from the library of the uni I’m at every morning. There’s a float of a set amount, so basically you get the profit, plus the amount you had when you began with (the float). Well, something’s going wrong, because we always seem to consistently be 50 cents under every day. Ms Superiority at my work (resident bitch) is going bananas about it, screaming things like RAT IN THE RANKS! She reckons someone is stealing money. I mean come on, if I was going to steal money, it’d be more than fifty cents. So either there’s a small discrepency in someone’s banking records, or there’s a very guilty person out there who’s buying a very illegal Chupa Chup every day.