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So now my JOB has

So now my JOB has to be a soap, too?
With as much of a soap opera as my life is sometimes, you'd think I could have ONE drama-free place I could go. It USED to be work. Not anymore. There's this 21-year-old chickie in my department named Laura who doesn't seem to be able to keep her trap shut. Well, it finally got her in trouble, and it's my fault.

And I'm shamelessly devoid of remorse.

I've probably talked about her before, but I can't find the post. She's the alcoholic who got two drinking and driving tickets before she turned 21 and worked maybe a grand total of twice a week for two months and didn't get fired b/c she kisses up to management. I swear, she acts all professional and behaves as though she's a team lead or supervisor or something in front of management, then turns around and acts like she belongs at the high school across the street when management's not around.

Well, anyway, so it's my fault that she got busted for running her mouth, because after listening to her whine and moan and bitch and complain and just be generally snarky toward a fellow employee (behind that person's back, BTW), I'd had enough. The last straw was when she pulled up that employee's criminal history on the state's court access website and went from person-to-person asking them if they thought it was right that this particular employee works here. That was it, I'd had enough. That totally went over the line. I'm not usually one to do this, but I went to her supervisor. That was completely inappropriate.

She's had two or three meetings with management since then, and I know they addressed the court access website issue. She hasn't said anything directly to me, but she makes these little random snide comments about how people need to mind their own business (yeah, and she's the perfect model of minding her own business, right?). And she's started whispering with other coworkers and giggling about Dungeons & Dragons, which I'm quite sure indicates that she's now ripping on my husband of all people, since she wouldn't be caught dead with anyone who admitted to being a gamer, and she didn't have the slightest clue what D&D was until I explained it to her.

Stupid bitch.

UPDATE!!! She's sitting not more than 5 feet away from me and just said the following to a frazzled coworker: "Next think you know, you'll be playing Dungeons & Dragons and Magic in your basement. That shit's so bizarre." To quote her vastly intelligent self: "Whatevz dude, whatevz."