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The dogs came back from dog camp dog tired. Buster slept about 10 hours straight because being in charge of 4 other dogs is much more draining than just being in charge of one small idiot, apparently. They are back to smelling doggy-licious, but I�m not bathing them again any time soon.
My boss is applying for a job in another company, a thought that fills me with dread and fear. She is (ahem) not universally liked, often for good reason, so I�ve got that going for me if she leaves. The constant reorganization of EduMart has left a Nazi and a couple of Fascists in charge (the trains are now running on time) and I don�t really relish the thought of working for any of them. I think my boss may be trying to groom me to replace her, but that would be like being in charge of the Island of Misfit Toys. Plus, I�d have to learn a lot of crap about budgets and me no likee budgets.
I have decided that the Strange Employee of the Month is this woman � I�ll call her Hermione � who is an adult who is obsessed with Harry Potter (AOHP � it�ll be in the DSM VII manual, just wait and see). On the day of the release of the first HP film, she came to work with a lightning bolt made of Swarovski crystals glued to her forehead. And she kept it there all freaking day. All of her clothes � and she has a vast wardrobe, VAST! � is made up of clothing from circa 1975. Not that Dress for Success crap, either. (An aside: My favorite chapter of Dress for Success is titled �Bedroom or Boardroom?� That�s genius.) No navy blue suit with a blouse that softly knots at the neck. She�s all about the really big Linda Evans shoulder pads, the peplum waists, the brightly colored matching shoes, the 3-inch wide belts� It�s all there. Talking to her is a trip in the Wayback Machine. Congratulations, Hermione! You�re the Freak of the Week!
At the CrappyOnlineUniversity conference from which I have just returned, there was one girl there that I began referring to as What Not to Wear-girl. She�s an employee of the university, and thus was quite visible at this deal. Among her ensembles that Clinton and Stacy would surely throw in the trash: the polyester low-rise pants that showed off a good 2 inches of her ass crack; the frilly tie-between-the-boobs shrug that was too small and threatening to blow at any moment, and the ruffled green mess that defies description but looked a lot like lettuce. One problem with her attire was that it was too small both in size and style for her, as she is a substantial girl. But she was a substantial girl who could have looked attractive without so much buttcrack showing.