Wow. One blog post can’t possibly contain all the stories. So I’ll start from somewhere near the beginning and recount the stories as I recall and then have time to transcribe them.
At one (formerly two) of my jobs, I work with a very crazy Russian named Angelina Truncated. She’s weird, crazy, and thinks everything’s about her. Also, she has an accent that Google Voice can’t seem to decipher when transcribing voicemails she leaves me. She’s almost killed me several times and has done really crazy and strange things.
I laugh as I write this because I a) know she’s going to say something crazy about this blog series, b) recall some of the crazy things she does, c) remember some of the utterly stupid things she’s said and done. But don’t take from this that she’s a monster, crazy, or weird. She’s just…eccentric for lack of a more descriptive word. (continue reading…)