14th February, 2003.
Weekly meeting time which, as ever, is a new and interesting experience in pain. The Cow-orker argues loudly and passionately about an issue she has little to do with and no knowledge of. It's almost admirable how she refuses to let simple technical ignorance or even reality get in the way of her steamroller-like thought processes, but it does mean she's advocating spending more money on equipment that will run more slowly and be less useful to our daily operations than the alternatives. It only becomes possible to get a word in edgewise when something shiny distracts her and she runs off to investigate.
Another staff member will regret being flippant in casual conversation with her. She's taken his story, elaborated on it, turned it into fact and is now proceeding to pass on the new and improved version to everyone she comes into contact with. It doesn't take much to become a part of Cow-orker Folklore and be misquoted and maligned to all and sundry.
The website is safe - she didn't get the job in Marketing. I will continue to suffer for the amusement of others.
"I'm just really not into the whole 'blind obedience' thing," she says down the phone for the twelfth or thirteenth time today, showing a previously undiscoverd talent for understatement given that it's often an ongoing struggle to even get her to do as she's asked without having her tell you that you don't really need what you've asked her to do, and that instead you need what she's willing to do for you.