This is my Delores, and a picture of me looking like a sixty-year old, with colored hair. I've mentioned delores on several occasions; like here, and here, and this one.
The Goverment in their infinite wisdom decided we couldn't afford a receptionist. So, no more Delores. Now random people wander into my office and bore me with their mostly self-inflicted wounds. No more West Indian food. Nobody covers for me when I'm late. Nobody threatens ner-do-wells in a Carribean accent or gives them the eye. Damnit! I need my Delores.
Bastards. Everyone needs a Delores.
Posted by: kyknoord | November 26, 2008 at 12:59 PM
It's wrong to deprive a guy of his Delores.
Posted by: annie | November 26, 2008 at 03:25 PM
that totally blows AND sucks. you need Delores. we all do...
Posted by: daisyfae | November 26, 2008 at 05:47 PM
I just read all the old delores posts and she sounds like such a treasure. so what happened? did they just up and fire her with no warning?
will she be able to find employment again? does she get a payout? See, it feels personal now that I've read the backstories....
Posted by: nursemyra | November 27, 2008 at 03:26 AM
Aw, shucks, Uncle Keith. I'm sorry. Hopefully Delores is, at least, still employed by the government?
Posted by: Rob | November 27, 2008 at 09:50 AM
Delores is a contractor. She wasn't an actual Government employee; she was employed by a local company that had a contract for administrative support positions. She's going to enjoy the holidays and possibly go back to work after the first of the year.
Posted by: UK | November 27, 2008 at 10:30 AM