Ding dong! The bitch is dead! (Or at least fired!)
Begrita Montez, one of the Sr. Benefits Analysts in our department, finally got the boot today! She was a fat slob of a bitch who made my life miserable when I was first hired as the receptionist back in 2000.
Some of her choice responses to my request for help or assistance in dealing with employees’ panicked and difficult benefits inquiries include:
"Well, that’s not my job!"
"I’m on the other line right now!"
"You need to tell that person that they needs to call Payroll at 6-2841." (as if I’d been born with the knowledge of my company’s phone prefixes)
And like a true Scorpio, I’ve held a severe and egregious grudge against her all this time.
Plus, add on to the fact that she’s constantly going out on leaves because she knows how to work the system, and gets paid cash money for disability while probably collecting child support and state disability on top of that. I mean, she once came back from a leave of absence having undergone a tummy tuck, and sporting a whole new fucking Ross Dress for Less wardrobe.
It made my Tuesday to hear she got canned.
I know. I’m going to hell, but fuck her and her lazy, evil ass. I’m sure I’ll see her at the DMV when next I get my license renewed.
