as in, damned if you do, damned if you don't.
This Friday is a potluck/pitch-in at work. Various people are bringing various things. I volunteered to pick up all the paper products as well as beverages, then collect money from the directors for the purchase of such. Seems reasonable, yes?
Oh Fucking No It Is Not.
There is an administrative assistant that is riding my ass as if I have been saddled. Every day, a stop by, an email or a phone call (or a combination of the three) on my progress. Apparently I am her personal bitch. I have taken to saying that I'm gonna call (administrative assistant) on so and so unless this is done, because clearly in the reporting structure, it is my job to call her with an update.
I may go batshit.
Mary is, of course, enjoying the living hell out of this. She loves to torture me. The initial plan was a potluck. Somehow it has now morphed into a (gag me) Valentine's theme. So now Mary emails me every few hours to tell me it is now a costume party, no, a luau, etc etc.
She better be nice or I'm sic'ing the administrative assistant on her.
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