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Provided by the compucert The final days of tax season really drags out the dregs of humanity. This nasty old hag, Arlene, stops by the office over the weekend. She suffers from a bad case of "fart face," a heinous affliction that causes the sufferer to always look as if she had just walked into a room full of freshly passed intestinal gases. You know, that look. To go alone with that image she makes annoying clucking and snorting sounds like a pig.
Every year this whining nag comes to the office and sits there with the boss for over an hour explaining her tax position as if she has to most involved tax return in the universe. Then we do it, and she comes into the office with that face and complains that the return is all wrong. She usually produces some more documents that she DIDN'T give us previously as proof that we made mistakes. So my boss goes into repair mode, all the while she's making those snorting and clucking sounds.
And the entire time, when she needs something she walks past the secretary and annoys ME with her nonsense. "Can you make copies?" "Can you get this for me?" "Can I see Marty? Does he have time for me?"
Why not ask THE SECRETARY and stop harassing the accounting staff you annoying bitch?
Every year this whining nag comes to the office and sits there with the boss for over an hour explaining her tax position as if she has to most involved tax return in the universe. Then we do it, and she comes into the office with that face and complains that the return is all wrong. She usually produces some more documents that she DIDN'T give us previously as proof that we made mistakes. So my boss goes into repair mode, all the while she's making those snorting and clucking sounds.
And the entire time, when she needs something she walks past the secretary and annoys ME with her nonsense. "Can you make copies?" "Can you get this for me?" "Can I see Marty? Does he have time for me?"
Why not ask THE SECRETARY and stop harassing the accounting staff you annoying bitch?
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