So the bitch I work with directed her dead eyes at me today.

As you might know, I’ve been a little under the weather lately. I had a touch of a cough. It was annoying. Always having a little tickle. Well, I know that it annoyed the bitch I work with because the day after I started my little coughing attack, she started talking about how she didn’t want to get sick and want to know if any of us had Emergen-C but she would only ask after I would cough and blow my nose. I’m like yeah yeah bitch. You think you are being subtle but you’re soooo obvious. Choke!

Anyway, the bitch I work with as you might remember claims to have a very sensitive nose. She told us the other day that she’s very proud of her ability to pick up on minute smells. But that’s bullcrap because she just announced to everyone in our office. “Oh my god. Someone is eating freshly baked rosemary foccaccia! Can you smell it?” Everyone ignored her for a bit. Then she asked again and we all said no. She proceeded to get up and walk all over the floor asking if anyone was eating rosemary foccaccia. She came back to our room and told us that it smelled really bready in our room more than the rest of the office. And she left to continue hunting. I pondered for a moment why she felt the need to identify where the scent was coming from…but I imagine she wanted to yell at the loaf for making her hungry.

Anyway, once I knew she was gone, I told everyone else in our office that her “impeccable nose is smelling my cherry cough drop. All she smells is menthol. But I don’t have the heart to break the bad news to her.” We all giggled as she came back into the room. “What’s so funny?” “Oh nothing. Did you find the foccaccia?”