The End(ish) of the Promotion Drama

Sorry for the delay in posting... I have no excuses, really, other than my non-anonymous life has been uncharacteristically hectic and I battled a brief period of writer's block.

I could cry you a river, I know.

So after a month or two of careful debate by Boss Man, which of course meant two months of having more of my favorite Overshare vs. Smoking-Know-It-All office battles, he finally came to a decision.

He promoted Overshare.

Oh yes, you read correctly. The "Let's Talk Discharge (DISCHARGE!)" oversharing bane of my work existence was actually PROMOTED.

As in, got a better job and a pay raise. Even though she tells grossly inappropriate stories and has a back-story that would make even Maury Povich shake his head and say "Damn, girl. What kind of crazy are you?"

She didn't even let the ink dry on her new contract before she moved her stuff into her new office. And Smoking Know It All? Oh, she wigged. She wigged right the hell out.

Now her little involuntary-confinement pow-wows were held all the live-long day, and she was throwing all kinds of accusations out against the company. Age-ism. They looked at her medical history and turned her down because of a past mental breakdown. She was simply too GOOD at her current job, and her boss had basically FIST FOUGHT Boss Man over her. You know, the standards.

And what did Overshare think of all of this?

Oh, nothing. She had much more important things to worry about.

Like, say... hiring her new assistant.

Oh, I said it. Hiring. Her. Assistant.

Does the very idea strike fear into your heart?

Things actually got even better from there. Overshare convinced Boss Man to restructure a little bit... meaning her new assistant would actually report to TWO people.

Overshare and Toolshed.

Can you even imagine the annual review those two would lead?