Circle Of Fail

I may or may not have seen her (or maybe just her car – I didn’t bother to look at who may have been driving) today in the vicinity of where I live.  I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me.  This place isn’t all that large.  Maybe that sort of thing is going to happen from time to time?  Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised?  Truthfully, I’m not surprised.  Regardless, I kept on driving and continued on my way.  It was just a weird occurrence.

There was a joint bridal shower at work this past week.  From what I understand, it was kind of a last-minute thing and those involved may have had to scramble and do things within such a small window of time for everything to go off without a hitch.  Maybe in some manner, it was poorly planned?  I didn’t attend, being that bridal showers aren’t something that men typically attend and I have actual work stuff to do.  The whole thing was never on my radar.  I can assume that the whole thing went well.  I was not there.

I know that Christina was upset with the way that things had played out, being that two of the more inept people in the office were trying to take on a responsible and active role in setting everything up but due to their terrible communication, specifically with keeping Christina in the loop with regards to getting the food set-up arranged, things may have been a bit more challenging than they needed to be.  Christina, as resilient as she is, did her thing in the kitchen and again, did a layout that, in the end, satisfied those who attended and were present for those festivities.

I’m not even going to bother coming up with names for those two inept women because they’re not that important.  I will say this.  I don’t care for either one of them.  I was not surprised by their collective inability to communicate with Christina, being that I’m confident that communication, spoken or written, is not their strong suit.  These two women belong to a group that I will refer to as the Circle of Fail.  The members of this group are just sort of there.  They are nothing special.  They’re unimpressive.  They take up space.  They merely occupy space that someone more impressive and deserving could just as well be occupying.  These are not my words, as much as these are the words of multiple people in the office.  As I write this though, I admit that I agree with my coworkers’ assessments of the Circle of Fail.  We’ll just call the members of the Circle of Fail “serviceable”.  They might be doing the bare minimum, that is, just enough to warrant receiving a paycheck but in the end, there is nothing special about who they are or what they do.

Aside from the random parties and festivities that occur in the office every so often, things at work continue to move forward.  I try to distance myself from those festivities and all those forced social gatherings.  As I said earlier, I have actual work to do.  I can’t be bothered by events that force me to engage with my coworkers, especially the ones that I don’t particularly care for.  Fuck them.  I have more important things to worry about as it is.

I don’t know where I was going with this entry.  I thought I had more to write, but apparently, I do not.

I suppose I wanted to post an actual real entry, one to slot in between the myriad of spam and otherwise bullshit posts that are trying to sell us services and accounts of all kinds that I, and many of us, don’t need or want.