It’s moments like these that make me happy to come home to a not drama queen infested hell hole.

Yesterday I witnessed quite an interesting performance. I was summoned to help someone put together a shoe table since well, the materials are rather heavy but pretty simple to put together once you have a basic understanding of insert figure a into slot b. For reasons unknown the person I was helping felt it was necessary to use a rubber mallet to knock the parts into place.

There were three pieces. I had a poll with two wheels, she did as well, and there was a metal dowel to connect the two together. Seems simple, right? I held up my side and she slid in the dowel, then she tried to shove hers in, and while holding the dowel and the mallet she kinda forgot to hold her side up and well… banged her head. She looked like she was going to cry, kept rubbing her head and kept going owowowowowowow all the way to the break room to grab an ice pack.

Injuries are a serious thing, don’t get me wrong on that. But methinks the lady came off as a tad Shakespearean. I’ve hit my head before, and I usually rub my head until the pain subsides. Of course that is her personality. She’s quite the drama queen in every definition of the word. She’s what you would call the stereotypical female. She’s a gossip, always has to spread BS in her wake, if she doesn’t like you she’ll start spreading petty rumors around, believes others cause drama and doesn’t understand why it follows her everywhere and it just goes on and on to the point that I could write a god damned biography. You can try reporting her, but our boss is a total flake and just believes every word she says. So you either have to put up or shut up.

Oh well. It made for good joke fodder last night. After all I have to keep up my “Class Clown” personality.