I never liked Ginger either. I always preferred the demure Mary Ann.
She had a gorgeous wardrobe and was impeccably groomed. Unfortunately, part of that grooming included a generous dousing of perfume. Whenever she was in my office, I was unable to get enough distance between us. I finally told her that the reason I was moving away from her was because I'm a migraine sufferer and that fragrances are a huge trigger for me. I was as gentle and tactful as I could be in telling her, practically apologizing for taking up space on the planet. Even so, she took this personally. It made her so mad that she started putting on even more perfume. You could smell her down two corridors.
Up to that point, I had missed very little work, but that all changed after she came to work. I would often have to go home to administer an Imitrex injection. I would always try to come back to work if possible.
One day when she saw that I was gone, she asked “Ellie” where I was. Ellie told her that I'd gone home to nurse a migraine, and Ginger said, “You mean she's gone again? How do they let her get away with that?” Uh, hellooooo? YOU are the cause of it and you know you are and yet you have the unmitigated gall to say such a thing?!!?! BTW, this chick professes to be a sister in Christ, but I have experienced more courtesy from heathens than I have from her (and a few other Christians).
Yes sir. metmom definitely knows whereof she speaks.
P.S. After Hurricane Ike, our place of employment took a financial hit, requiring several people to be laid off. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't happy to see Ginger go. ;)
I never liked Ginger either. I always preferred the demure Mary Ann.
I have a few suggestions. I assume you are a lady and the “problem” requires more than what men would do.
See, we would have just walked into Bobs cubicle with a Taco Bell Bean Burrito and just farted until he agreed to stop wearing after shave.
Women are much more sinister and subtle.