Last Day of the Month
Ugh! I am exhausted! And if I am honest, I might have a little bit of a stomach ache. I'm not sure if it was the salad, or that fact that Oliver O'Toole is giving me indigestion. That man makes me so..so…Ugh!
Today, in the kingdom of O'Toole was decreed to be 'Horribly Ripped and Mangled Day', and our tyrant in chief demanded that all letters from that receptacle were dispersed forthwith. Okay, that is definitely my stomach talking. One letter stood between me and food. I couldn't handle it, and I demanded sustenance if I was to continue working on this letter intended for a department in the army dealing with contacting personnel.
I think I need to spend some time contemplating my salad. I have always been willing to try new things, just not usually all at once. But I was so hungry.. and Oliver makes me so crazy.. therefore my salad. The more he annoyed me, the more I accessorised, until there were more condiments than lettuce. How dare he! I think he knew what I was up to and goaded me into, what did he call it? A science experiment. Diary, I am not sure that I was on my best behaviour today. It seems like every time I get near our illustrious leader, I have an overwhelming urge to.. well bicker. I just want to see if I can rile the man – because he certainly does that to me. He pushes every button. I mean, I don't want to harp on about the salad, but he knew I was taking out my feelings on helpless vegetables, and he just kept on going. And then he had the nerve to tell me to step away. As if I would back down (hence the stomach ache).
Teresa Capadiamonte is in the process of completing Oliver's Section Leader evaluation. I wonder if she is going to conduct staff interviews. What could I tell her? Ha! Why am I singing 'Just you Wait Henry Higgins' in my head? She says (Teresa, not Eliza Doolittle) that she wants to get inside our section and see what makes it tick. I have that feeling often.
Speaking of musicals, Teresa Capadiamonte has the stage bug really bad. I am concerned that she might actually take out all of the other cast members and stage a one woman show. I don't dare to suggest it, as I think she would be all for it.
So what else, diary? Well, I think this letter is going to be significant. Oliver is planning on following procedure and mailing it to some army bureaucrat, but that is not going to happen. I think that Samila and Buzz, whoever they are, deserve more than to be shelved without reading by some overworked official. Oh, and Rita has a secret. The sweetest and most transparent creature in the world is holding something back.
Enough. I am going in search of an antacid and then sleep.
Sidenote: Who even says, 'Not on your tintype,' anymore?