The Continuing Saga Of The Worthless Co-Worker

With the mess at the homestead here I've neglected sharing news from the Worthless Co-Worker. I'm happy to report on arriving home from work last night to find all flooring work was completed here. I stayed up late and now have the place practically back to normal.

(Apologies to the folks living directly above me for running the vacuum cleaner at 1:00 am. While I know you don't care about bothering me with slamming your deck doors shut at 3:00 am every day this past Summer, this really wasn't payback for that. What I'm actually apologizing for is the fact that you couldn't see the smile I was wearing while vacuuming. The apology also encompasses the whistle you probably couldn't hear over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. The tune I was whistling was "Whistle As You Work" in case you find this blog and read this.)

Anyway.... back to the Worthless Co-Worker.

I don't think I've shared with you that she found God. Where he was hiding hasn't been ascertained, but she's certain she's got Him located. Worthless Co-Worker, like all people I know who've "found" God, can't help themselves and feel the need to preach at every sinner they encounter.

The following conversation and actions took place earlier this week. While not word for word the gist and accuracy is close:

Worthless Co-Worker: Have you seen how that girl dresses next store?
Me: Yes, I make it a point to see that as often as possible.
Worthless Co-Worker: It's disgraceful! She shows too much skin. Somebody needs to tell her how inappropriate she looks.
Me: I'm sure you're up to the task.
Worthless Co-Worker: If nobody else will I will.
Me: Have at it Super Girl. We're pretty slow right now and if that would make you happy feel free to tell her now.
Worthless Co-Worker: I'm not kidding. She needs to be told. Don't think that I won't do it.
Me: Fine. As I said we're slow, it'll get you out of my hair, so if this is something God wants you to do I wouldn't ignore it. I've heard God doesn't like being ignored.

And that's all it took. Invoking God into the conversation convinced her that this is what God wanted, nay demanded, of her. She marched into the back room of the store to find her Bible and off she went.

I can't tell you anything specific about their conversation. I can tell you it was relatively short though. Worthless Co-Worker was back in less than five minutes, subdued, and on the verge of tears. I've never laughed so hard in my life.

(And that's probably why she wouldn't divulge what was said.)

And the girl who works next to us? A very sweet girl that I'm acquainted with. She and my daughter graduated from high school together a few years ago.

And her attire? She dresses nicely and most people wouldn't entertain the thought that it's inappropriate. Worthless Co-Worker's real problem with this girl is that this girl is very pretty and simply looks great in anything she wears. Nothing shows that shouldn't be seen.

I'm sure I'll hear how this conversation went some day. Either the girl herself will tell me when we run into each other, or my daughter will tell me the next time they get together. If so, and I remember, it'll probably find its way in here in the future. I'm thoughtful like that.