This morning, I found on my desk a cd, upon which was written, "Merry Christmas Karen - Office Stalker". (Okay, he signed his name, I don't think he knows how he's referred to around here.)
I don't know how much more distant and unfriendly that I can be to this guy without shouting insults. I don't acknowledge him unless absolutely neccesary. What do you suppose is on this cd? Here are some guesses-
Alan Jackson singing "I Love a Girl Named Karen" 345 times.*sigh* Why couldn't he still be stuck on the sales administrative assistant? I think I'll let my soup-ervisor find out what's on the cd when she returns this afternoon.
Post Script - I've just learned that Alan Jackson sings that incredibly stupid song, "Little Bitty". I've only heard this song because a former co-worker had gone country in a big way. Man, does that song suck!
Peter Gibbons: I don't like my job and I don't think I'll go anymore.
Joanna: You're just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won't you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don't know. But I really don't like it and, uh, I'm not gonna go.
Joanna: So you're gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Uh-uh. Not really. I'm just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: So you're going to get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don't think I'll like another job.
Joanna: Well what are you going to do about money? Bills?
Peter Gibbons: You know I never really liked paying bills, I don't think I'm going to do that either.
--Office Space
