I don't really like my job, but the people I work with are fun. They keep me sane as I struggle through 8 hours each day... Our admin/office person is leaving. She starts maternity leave in two weeks time. We all dread the thought.

Why?!? Damnit! It's hard to find someone who will fit in with the group. We're all fun, easy-going, early 30's or under, like to goof around, send dirty jokes on email and generally socialize and make the day bearable. We work and do our thing, but take regular breaks and chitchat when the bosses aren't hovering. And now, one of us is going away...

Our prayers had been answered, the lord brung down from on high, a mighty saviour whose name was Lisa. Lisa was great. Lisa was our age, had a nice personality, seemed friendly and we all thought she would fit in perfectly. Lisa fit the bill. We had faith that Lisa would integrate into our little group with hardly any effort. Lisa was going to work with us and work would still be fun.

Lisa was picked out of 100 candidates. It took a month. Lisa was going to start working this week. Lisa accepted the job. Then, Lisa was hired elsewhere, because the position here was a term position, and she found a full-time job.

@#%*#%@!!!!

So late last week we received a crapload of resumes from people who want to be Lisa but can't. The worst thing is they all seem like grandmothers. Little old ladies that you see bouncing infants on their knees. Argh!

This won't do, I fear for our sanity. Will we all be doomed to a quiet and cuss-free workplace? For the love of all that is holy, someone save us!!! LISA!!!!!

Argh. Sigh...