"I Can't Believe her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Greg sat in the chair and burst out laughing. "It's not funny Greg, she's making my life hell."
I was telling Greg about Beth, A woman who works in my department. The company I work for about 3 months ago hired her and ever since she's been busting my balls and making me look bad to my managers. It all started with a project we were both were assigned to, things were fine until she decided took all the credit for everything we worked on. (Most of it was my work anyway) So I confronted her about it and she came off as a real bitch, laughing and telling me she's going to be the top dog in this department. She was very well qualified, but the rest of us had just as much experience and not to mention years of blood sweat and tears for this company.
Greg suggested that I tell my boss, but I didn't want to be a complainer. He suggested that I not work on any up coming projects, but I couldn't let our company look bad to the client, so I decided to wait until the opportunity presented itself.
The next few weeks were hell, as she would hog the spotlight during meetings, kissing ass left and right and doing little things to piss me off. I was late one afternoon from lunch and was running towards the elevator. As I was 10 feet from the doors, I see her evil smile as she let the doors close. I could have killed her but the 10 flights of stairs took it out of me. I was late for that meeting and she gloated the whole time. If she was a man, I would have waited after work and beat the shit out of her, but I couldn't. I was dealing with a woman and that meant a more civil approach.
Well let me describe Beth to you. She wasn't this hot chick that guys would droll over but rather a very high maintained, spoiled brat who probably has her father on speed dial when needed. She was about 5' 4" and maybe 110 lbs. She was defiantly the type to go to the gym and only use the equipment in front of a mirror or by men who would stare. She had short curly brown hair. She was not big breasted either, about a B, but she knew how to accentuate them so guys would gawk at them. She always wore expensive dresses from Gucci or Donna Karen, anything that made her look high class.