Someone…or a few of you got a screwed up heart. Margaret. I know it’s you. Of course, I could be way off course, but I am frikken dam close; and you know it.
You all know that I rarely come in to work on Fridays. Yet, you all signed and gave Rehina the going away card, signed by you all, except me. Gee, I wonder who’s idea this was. It wasn’t all Margaret’s doing, but it was her masterpiece directorship. Call me a liar.
I shall drift a bit. Chrystal. Why the flock do you think the moon queen has the the due to give you the nod to finish off my tequila pistachios?! They belong to me. They were on my desk, not yours. Not the moon queen’s desk, either. Had I even taken one little paper clip from your desk, you would have whispered to your office confederacy that I was the thief trynna mess with you and your idiosyncrasies. When in fact, it is your incontrovertible-like sweetness radiating towards the moon queen; convincing her mentor-self that you are as much child-like as mine scholar is.
I was there Thursday. Why did you not give me the card to sign when we all were there at the moon queen’s going away party, huh? You all knew I am rarely in the office on Friday’s. Someone, one of you could have given me the card to sign on Thursday…as you did to Jorge! I know because, remember, I assist the moon queen in entering all of your time, and I know Jorge was in the office Thursday, and I asked him personally, today, Saturnday, if he signed moon queen’s card on Thursday, and he said, “Yes.”
You suck, Margaret. And Chrystal sucks you. Actually, they all suck you, Margaret; because you are the dominatrix to the Field groups. None of them have the testicular fortitude to tell you to your face that you are affront; no, forefront. Yeah.
Sure, we all going to miss the moon queen. We all experienced her glorious kindness. All of us have been blessed to have worked in her company, yets. But it is I, me, who is imbued by Rehina to be kinder in my deeds.