My Buddy is Leaving

I'm very sad.
My best work buddy is leaving me.
Not by her own choice, but by the hands of The Beast.
It has been a long time coming.
The Beast cannot tolerate someone of a different ethnic flavor than her own and she's pretty much been living in terror that Dyena will pistol whip her.

The Beast is an awful person.
And an even worse boss.

Yes Hitler is more horrible, but I don't know him so she's the worst person I know.

Last Wednesday Dyena was told that her services would no longer be needed.
(I now get to do all her work. Hooray for me!)
So we headed over to eBar for drinks to celebrate her escape from hell.
There are 7 people in our office (soon to be 6)
and we don't like most of them.

So it was just Dyena, Laura and myself.

See, Dyena is doing OK.
Who wouldn't be with that drink?
She let me have a sip.
DUDE! That was good stuff.

Here are Laura and I with our margaritas.
Yummy stuff.

While we were sitting there getting drunk,
I noticed the couple behind Dyena.
The man, Mr. Feely, couldn't keep his mitts off his chick.
He had his hand between her legs and kept rubbing her.
I thought that was a bit much for 5pm.

I might not have been as discreet as I thought I was being when I told Laura and Dyena about Mr. Feely.
I guess Mr. & Mrs. Cleaver on the other side of us didn't appreciate my running commentary on Make Out '08.
But Dyena thought I was funny.

Laura is convinced that these 2 people, although wearing wedding rings, are not married to each other.
I think I agree.
Mr. Feely was staking his claim on her.
I wouldn't have been surprised to see him lift up his leg and pee on her.
Maybe she likes golden showers.

I did some seriously sweet stealth camera moves.
Especially considering I was falling off my chair drunk.
Good times.

I wonder if Dyena knows she will have to meet me for lunch every day regardless of her new employment?