My manager, L, looked like she used a Kitchen Aid mixer to style her hair today. Actually, it had no style. Her hair was pinned up on the side and she held the back up with a banana clip. There were stray pieces of hair hanging down everywhere. It would have look a lot better if she had pulled it back into a simple pony tail.
T, another tester, returned to work after a long weekend. She looked like hell. I couldn’t help wonder if she went on a bender. She was puffy and red all over. Her hair was a mess too but not as bad a L. She had it pinned up with a really awful hair piece attaché to the back that was partially braided.
M, a developer (code writer) has worn the same pair of jeans for seven business days. The only reason I know this is because there is a paint stain on the left leg. I wonder when he will decide the wash these jeans. I hope he’s been changing his underwear.
E, another developer, has not spoken to me since the initial introduction. He stares at the floor when he walks down the hallways. It’s as if he is afraid to make eye contact. He also dresses like a complete slob. He’s part of the group that doesn’t know how to buy a shirt that fits.
Coming soon will be the tale of Mark. He’s treated like a god by the other developers. There’s also a good Chatty Cathy story to tell but I’m too tired to write it. It’s a good one. He goes from hero to crybaby in four hours.
The Corporate Slave 