The Diatribe * net

You might remember my musings about annoying co-worker WWIII.  She’s the one who calls herself “The Source” and nearly did the happy dance when I told her I was eating Chinese food.  Her office is on the floor above mine and just minutes ago, she came downstairs to chat with her buddy Big Pappy (also of Diatribe infamy) and ask if Big Pappy wanted a coffee from Starbucks.  Big Pappy declined and WWIII moved on to Hardy Train in the cube next to me.  Hardy Train likewise declined and, since my cube is closest to the door, I braced myself for her intrusion into my cube to ask me if I was interested in a coffee.  I braced, but there was no intrusion.  She just kept on walking right through the door and to the parking lot.  Hardy Train immediately emailed me to confirm I had been dissed.  That’s fine.  It stung for a moment, but I’m over it.  I didn’t want a Starbucks coffee, but it’s always nice to be asked.  Unfortunately for WWIII, she is now dead to me.  Unless she does something extraordinarily generous, like buy me the Ice Man comic book series (only 4 issues, but the Holy Grail for Cool Jesus) for my birthday, then I will treat her like the ghost she now is.  That’s how I roll.