Well, it looks like the Evil Mood of the Century has passed. However, That Bitch Next Door is attempting to make it return. I have heard through the office grapevine that she has been saying mean things to me to Indra and Dave, my two bosses, but I also heard that Indra said nice things about me to Dave, so she probably doesn't buy That Bitch Next Door's vitriol. I did not ask for details. I could not care less what that bitter old cow thinks about me. She can (all together, now!):

BIIIITE MEEEEE!!!

So, when I was all angry and everything, I got two wonderful e-mails to cheer me up. Josh sent a nice thing on friendship, which is too long to reprint, though I may still at some point, and then I received the following from Austin:

O Mighty Kymm, O Mighty Kymm,
The voice of sweetness and cherubim,
The mind so sharp, the wit so keen,
Her home page crashes my machine.
She's the savior of failing shows,
She knows how New York drama goes,
She's more forthright than Harry S Truman,
And she really, really likes Randy Newman.

Isn't that sweet? Hard to stay in a bad mood with boys like this around.

Well, I have been in the new office and the new job for a week, now, and it's time for review. Kelly is the receptionist now, and I cover for her at lunch and on her days off, and I'm in Billing, sitting in an office with Usha, Cynthia and David. It's okay. I've made up a pluses and minuses list of changing jobs.

+ No Gordon.
Gordon is the janitor, and he would always come up to my desk and stand there and talk to me for twenty minutes or so, and he drove me BUGGY! And NOT because I'm too good to talk to a janitor, but because he's so BORING!

+ There is a window.
In the reception area, there is no window, and it could just as easily have been 2a as 1p.

- I'm in a room with people.
I don't like being crowded.

+ No-one can get behind me.
I'm right by the window, so no-one can see whether I'm actually working or if I'm editing my web page.

- Much less room.
I have no room for my shit on this desk, and there are only two weensy drawers.

+ I can pee without asking permission.
An the front desk, you have to get someone to cover for you if you need to go to the bathroom, but now I'm FREE!

+ No dealing with idiots on the phone
Heavenly...

+ Indra is a much nicer boss than Dave.
The understatement of the year...

- I actually have to work.
When you're a receptionist and the phone's not ringing, you can sit there and play computer games.

All in all, I'm pleased with my new position.

We were all working quietly last week, when suddenly we heard trumpets and drums. Everyone ran to the window, and it was a marching band marching by!

We were sore amazed, until someone suggested that they were probably practicing for the Macy's parade.

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