Either that, or one of the Boiling Points camera guys is going to jump out from behind one of the faux office plants at any second.
My "supervisor" showed up to work extremely high out of her mind on god knows what today. You may think I'm exaggerrating or perhaps trying to entertain myself by spinning a tale (usually the case), but I'm not. She is literally sitting at her desk, cocked out of her mind, and presently recording an outgoing voicemail message that says today is June 1st. Let's not also forget to mention that her mouth is covered with dry white crust. Doesn't that mean she's on meth or something? I can't keep up.
She has finally left the building, but not before she printed out several emails of her own for me to "follow up on" which were dated back in February.
I seriously could not make this stuff up.