Flippy asked for an update on Moronna. It's not as funny as Chapter One, but what happened was this: I wrote a memo briefly detailing everything, not without a measure of sarcasm (hey, I gotta be me) and ended it with my recommendation to pay the duplicate invoice, using my memo as documentation because in my opinion, it wasn't worth more wasted time, long-distance calls (Moronna's in Cleveland) and wasted effort which might or might not get us anywhere.

By the time The Boss read my memo, he was in a meeting with Sheila, the admin assistant in another office, who regaled him of her own adventures with Moronna. Apparently, Moronna calls there incessantly, too, and every time Sheila explains that Moronna's reached X Branch while accounting is handled out of Y Branch (my office). Every time, Moronna acts like this concept is more bizarre and confusing than the thought of sending a fax. Every time, Sheila walks her through the phone number for my office, my name, and explains that she needs to call here. Every time, Moronna acts puzzled and displays no recollection of having had the same conversation before, obtaining this information before or talking with Sheila about the 'other location' arrangement. Vindication! Sheila told The Boss that Moronna had complained that I didn't return her calls but that she'd bet I did and Moronna couldn't remember, since she couldn't remember being told seven or eight times that she needed to call my office with invoice questions. Sheila got my back.

So The Boss wrote "I agree! Good job!" upon my sarcastic memo, which like the blog entry before this one contained the descriptive "unutterably stupid woman" because I feel that honesty is important in corporate America, and now I'm done with Moronna and I never have to talk to her again. Until next week when she forgets that she deposited my check that morning, and calls again.

I'm half tempted to post Moronna's real name and phone number on here so you guys can call her with whatever kind of inane question occurs to you throughout the day. "What's the best temperature to roast a duck?", "What's the correct spelling of 'portentous'?", "How do you alkalise a methylated ether?", and so on. Anything to keep her off my ass.