Whimper

The scene: Thisbe's couch. Thisbe is trying to settle down and take a nap, or at least rest, as the WK woke up approximately 50 times last night to talk to her stuffed cat, and was finally taking a nap.

The phone rings, it is PBB:

PBB: Hey! Ready for me to ruin your day?
Thisbe: [Instantly wary, as tone of voice does not match words] Why? What happened?
PBB: Guess who is in Managing Partner's office RIGHT NOW interviewing for a job, and probably getting an offer?
Thisbe: [Increasingly anxious] Who?
PBB: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL*
Thisbe; [Incoherent screaming and babbling, curling like a shrimp into a ball] Noooooooooooooooo
PBB: I am trying to stop it.
Thisbe: [sobbing]

Upshot: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL got an offer. All of the horrible events and anxiety from that period of Thisbe's life will now be working down the hall from PBB. Thisbe will have to see her if she wants to go to any firm event or visit PBB at the office. Thisbe will be drinking a pitcher of sangria and crying for the rest of the evening.

*MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL was the leader of the clique of mean girls who tortured Thisbe into near insanity at her last law firm job. Thisbe wishes this was some sort of descriptive hyperbole, but it is not. Fun games played by MEMG included (but were not limited to) gathering associates in her office to make fun of Thisbe, when Thisbe could HEAR THEM THROUGH THE WALLS, badmouthing Thisbe to people who worked at other firms, lying about what she said to other firms and blaming it on Thisbe, and generally behaving as cruelly as possible to Thisbe.

Today's Project: [sobbing]

Todays LIfe Observation: [sobbing]