Tinkerbell Junior

A new person started at Big Finance today. She is blonde and young and qualifies as Tinkerbell Junior. Lots of squealing from the other side of the cubicle walls. Spare me.

Well, I have an interview at Mighty Citadel on Friday and just in time. It turns out that Oliver has anointed Tinkerbell the Queen of the Technical Writers. Although it probably would have been a great idea when I first started, now Tinkerbell has formed - nay, concretized - a hatred of me that is surprisingly deep and laser-like in its focus.

I think this is the first time since I got out of grade school that I've so keenly felt someone's hatred of me. It surprises me and it scares me. Honestly, I make sure I can hear Tinkerbell talking in her cubicle before I go to the ladies' room.

What's saddest of all is that today, I Got It. You know. Fully understood what I should have been doing all along. That is sad.

I'm looking forward to my interview on Friday.

Meanwhile, it's a glass of wine, Groucho on the DVD player ("Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia? Lydia the Tattooed lady.") And take it like a man until I get the next gig.

I wonder if my current contracting company supplied Tinkerbell Jr.? Cynical you say? Hm. Yep. That is a defining characteristic.