Sorry for being "out" yesterday, but Cocoa was actually on the job.
Word on the Street has it that the boss is preggers. The latter saddens all parties formerly-abused parties, because girly had put that screaming beyotch persona down for a nap…at least for a little bit. I’ve officially known the news for the past 65 hours and, yet, I still find myself trying to discount this bit of cubicle intelligence. Cocoa is just not ready (again) to report to an always-defensive, over-emotional, hella moody, and nearly schizophrenic in personality boss. Oh, and lest not forget about all that shyt that comes with the rumored pregnancy, too…
I have never worked for a pregnant person (yes, I know that men cannot birth kiddies, but I am trying to sound non-biased here); however, I also have never heard about a person being anything but unstable during said person’s first two trimesters, either. Mood swings supposedly become the norm, while attitude problems and outbursts are no longer rare events that get the office rumor mill to turning. Yup, when the preggers are turned lose on the workplace populace, all of this madness allegedly becomes a regular part of the grind.
I just hope that I can chill out and shut the f$ck up through all of her bad attitudes and mood swings. I’ve already changed the name of my site about five times, so I would hate to have to do it again. “Cocoa Girl off the Job”... “Cocoa Girl on the Job Hunt”… LOL!
Truth be told, I am probably anticipating that my modern-day slave mistress will abuse her underlings because of my own personal fantasies to stir up drama - sans recourse - for nine months. True, the dream is a little sick indeed, but I’ve always relished at the thought of knowing that I will one day get to crack the whip on my future husband (not to mention my office lackees) like he's a Mississippi slave; whine without reason; order others to do things for me as if I’m a work camp Gustapo, and eat whatever the hell I want – all guilt free – all because I’m preggers.
Let’s hope for the sake of my paycheck that my boss didn’t have these same sick dreams as child. After all, she is an O.C., too.