Ms. Jabba the night auditor has a serious case of believing she is the only person who ever does any work around here. Every workplace has somebody like that. Hell, I'm kind of like that sometimes (partly why I started this blog). But she is worse about it than any person I've ever worked with. She's constantly calling me away from the desk to show me something that somebody else has done wrong, even if it isn't me and even if I don't know anything about it or am in a position to fix it, and moan about how it's going to make her life so much more difficult. On a good night, I'll humor her by nodding sympathetically and saying "yeah, that sucks."
Tonight was not a good night...
"Come here. I want to show you something."
(rolling eyes and sighing inaudibly) "Yes?"
(Holding up a roll of coins) "There's a penny in this roll of nickels!"
"Okay...so we're either one cent over or four cents short..."
"We're four cents short! I counted it twice. It's not an extra penny. They put a penny in here instead of a nickel"
(Feeling in my pocket for loose change) "All right, I think..."
"How could this happen? Where did these nickels come from?"
"Well Ms. Jabba, some people will try to tell you the coin stork brings them but I don't believe them. Personally, I'm pretty sure it has something to do with sex."
"..."
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