Evil mutants eating people alive
Ok, ok, maybe not, but heed this:
As a student (which I still am) I had the pleasure to work in one of the university commissions responsible for conducting the final exams for some of the teachers-to-be (which I am not).
When I arrived, the office personnel consisted of a holeric boss, a quiet secretary, and two clerks: an evil and touchy hot-tempered 150-kg 60yo lady and a nervous 50kg 35yo S&M fan.
The latter became evident while he was sick - the admin had to unlock his PC for some reason and goody goody all those nasty pictures he stored!
After he was fired, the remaining 150kg monstrosity was the sole force governing the graduation processes of the poor students.
She had a few peculiarities, for which she was very, very feared by students and colleagues alike.
The main reason was her little dotty plush dog, which she carried every day to work with her in a small basket.
She placed it on the table, turned on her PC with a desktop picture of that dog and talked to the dog, through and instead of it while alone AND while having examinees in the room.
If anyone dared ask her about the dog or, god forbid, made some stupid remark, he was shouted at, kicked out of the room, ignored, hated forever, or all of the above, depending on who it was.
Of course, I was debriefed about that Thing, so I only innocently smiled when she had her crises and never had any problems with her.
Anyway, it was really bewildering! After a whole year, I quit the job with a passion.
( Zhmei HEY B3TA I WAS ON YOUR DINGY ISLAND AT LAST!1!, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 22:12, Reply)