BFH Strikes Again and Snow blows

Remember when I talked about the Bitch From Hell "helping" during quarter-end? How she would take shit, pretend to do it, and then only do about half of it?

Well, she did it again. Monday night Officemate, Bitch From Hell and I were here until at least 7:30 PM (when OM and I left). Bitch From Hell kept taking statements, keeping them for a while, only checking the easy stuff to check, and not doing the rest. Then she'd come in and put them in the "done" pile and take more.

Eventually, I wanted to say, "Look, lady. The next time you come in here and want to "help", stop yourself before you grab anything. If you take any more statements out of here, I will beat you with my stapler. Understand?"

Gah!

Then, there are these 6 monthly ones we do that require the person checking them to either look them up online or call a freaking AUTOMATED SYSTEM. Some of them have step by step instructions written out on the inside of the "odd fund's" file.

For instance:

1-800-XXX-XXXX
Option 1
1 #
SSN: XXX-XX-XXXXPIN: XXXX

She took all the files out of our office, looked at them for a couple of minutes, and brought them all back in.

She said, "These are too hard. I can't figure them out. Can you guys do them?"

Officemate and I were both practically homicidal by that point.

Essentially, her "helping" us puts us a few hours behind every single time she does it. If we're checking them, at least we know we're doing everything we need to, and not only doing some and leaving others for later.

One of us really needs to say something to her, but as we're both pretty much non-confrontational, I don't know how soon it will happen.

Gah. This is yet another example of why I'm so perplexed about how someone so useless and stupid can get a job running/coordinating an entire office.

*sigh*

I just have to keep the hope alive that eventually Survival of the Fittest will thin out the herd a bit.

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I had to go to the bank today at lunch to deposit a check my lovely husband got from selling his second skydiving rig.

It SUCKS out there, people. It really shouldn't be called "driving" anymore. It's more like skiing. On your car's tires instead of skis.

I scraped about three inches of snow off my car this morning before work, had to scrape off another couple of inches before I could go to lunch, and will probably get to scrape off another few inches in order to go home.

Once I arrive home, I'll have the dubious pleasure of either shoveling or snowblowing the driveway. I kind of want to play with the snowblower, since I haven't gotten to yet, but I know I could really use the exercise of shoveling.

Either way, I have to do one or the other so I can wrestle the trash out to the curb tonight.

BAH.

I HATE winter.

I guess I have two options:

-Move to Jamaica

OR

-Get my remote car starter installed.

I'd REALLY like to be able to do Option #1, but I'm pretty sure it's not really realistic.
Anyone want some lovely snow? It's free!

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If you missed my earlier entry today, go here. (I know! I barely update for a couple weeks, and then all of a sudden there's two in one day! CRAZY!)