From the "Ginny in billing just collapsed..." thread

Oddly, I used to work with a woman just like that -- but then she spoiled the joke by dying of cancer. Of course, no one believed her until after the funeral. First time she'd ever actually been sick with a legit illness, & it was a doozy.

Just as well she goes, Ginny always brought a cheap-ass jello mold to the Christmas party.

--Dakota, receptionist, dialing the phone with a pencil because my nails are 2 inches long

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If she's gone, does anyone know where the macaroni salad she was supposed to bring for today's lunch is? Don't want it to go to waste.

Open your eyes, Ginny, open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Ginny, OPEN,OPEN, open your eyes!

Update: She's being admitted to the hospital.

Can we all troop over there after work and visit her? I'm going to take some time off this afternoon for a personal visit, since we always had such a close connection. I'm sure Mr. McWhorter won't mind me doing it on office time. After all, the visit is office-related, isn't it?

I worked with an elderly woman named Maureen. She was a secretary working for a contracting firm.

She had on sandals and got up from her desk and slipped off her sandals and smashed her head against the side of the desk. We had to take her to the emergency room.

This happened about 10 years ago. Wonder what happened to her

Listen to me, I am talking like Ginny is dead.

The ambulance whisked her away a little while ago. Dana in Accounts Receivable is throwing around the "T" word..."Terrorism." She claimed she saw some mysterious white powder in the kitchen area. Glenda said it was probably from the box of Krispy Kremes that was in the kitchen, but who knows? The office is in mayhem. Everyone is terrified. Suzanne has called for a meeting at 11 to keep us all up to date. Gail is Accounts Payable told me that Ginny looked pale this morning and didn't down her usual breakfast. Arlene, her friend in Billing, said that Ginny was vomitting a 1/2 hour before she collapsed. Dear god in heaven!

Hi all. Back from the meeting. The start of the meeting was delayed. The delivery guy from the Bagel Bin forgot to include the cream cheese and lox that Lois and Bertha just love in the spread pre-ordered for the meeting.

We don't know much right now. What we do know is this: Ginny's in stable condition at the hospital. Her husband Pat was called away from the construction site and is by her side. The cops are here, and the buiding is in lock down. Glenda said that Ginny got sick 1/2-way through the stack of pancakes of the grand slam breakfast from Denny's that she had picked up earlier. The cops had suspected poisonging, and wanted to scoop up the remains of her breakfast as evidence, but Bertha said that there was no need for that: she finished Ginny's breakfast...the remaining pancakes, the sausages, and biscuits...after Ginny collapsed, and she hasn't gotten sick. Terrorism has also been ruled out. The cops had examined the white powder, but couldn't conclude what it was. Bobbie, a donut expert, volunteered to taste it. Her expertise paid off, and she comfirmed that it came off the box of donuts that had been in the kitchen earlier on. Just by tasting the powder, she was able to specify the type of donut, whether or not it was filled with jelly, and the exact time it was baked (5:36 am). The cops are talking to everyone. Everyone's in a panic. Gert's IBS is acting up and she's afraid that the cops will misinterpret this as nerves due to the fact she has something to hide. The nervousness is making her IBS worse. It's a vicious cycle. More later on...

Yes, the news is making its way through Consolidated. Ginny has died. Apparently she had a heart attack in her sleep. With her beloved Pat at her bedside, she passed at 12:28 PM. She was surrounded by everything she loved...stuffed animals, Christmas sweaters, a pork-rind-scented candle...with SoapNet playing continuously on the TV. God take care of Ginny. The office is devastated. They're sending a grief counselor. I hope it's not that nasty Dr. Connor again. He looked like he rather be somewhere else.

I just loved that "ginny Billings' shoed up this summer on the OMM page on Facebook.

We should send some flowers but Ginny was the only one who could approve the expense form.

This whole mess has my IBS in a tizzy.

And my cycle used to match Ginny's! Who will I have PMS with now?

Thanks for this info. I needed a really good laugh tonite.

Gert, I am here for you. Let's cycle together!

I knew dat sompin wasup wit Ginny, she been passin mad gas up in here fo a week!....DAMN, GIRL!

Sh'Mica (aka Shawn in the mail room), you've already been reprimanded for racial insensitivity. I suggest you cut it out now before you're reported again to HR. Considering you're an openly gay man, I'd hope that you'd fight against bigotry rather than engage in it.

"Ginny has died."

Was she up-to-date with her payments to the entertainment club or do we need to take out some money from the funeral flowers to cover her short-fall?

I can't believe I got written up for this outfit! Muffin tops are cute and sexy at work. And sequins are just fine! I remember when Ginny wore her sequined sweater.

Everyone remembers. She wore it every Tuesday.

Why did she have to die?

Don't worry [R21]. There are One Million Moms. Many more like Ginny to replace her!

I had a co-worker named Ginny who worked in billing once.

And then she DIED.

Do you think her family would mind if I took the extra catheters she kept in her desk? They'd just go to waste otherwise...

I don't want to die! I just want to get on disability? Why not?

I just did a search for "Ginny in billing has just collapsed" and there is nothing. Nothing.

If this doesn't prove that she has faked her own death, then nothing does.

I'm not giving back those catheters, Muriel.

It IS rather suspicious she's having a closed casket funeral. All she did was trip.

Ginny's pussy stank.

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I would never want to meet the people who finds these threads funny.

[R31] Then crawl back into your coffin, sweetie. Nobody rang for you.

I took the plants from Ginny's cube. If anyone wants a cutting to start a memorial plant, stop by anytime.

I found over 200 bags of individual-sized Funyuns and Cheetos emptied and neatly folder in Ginny's middle desk drawer.

Weird

I found this pic of her hubby Tyle. They were so happy. Should I take it to him? They go to my church.

If anyone needs Plus Size Wet Wipes, Ginny left several unopened containers of them in her bottom drawer.

LaVelle, did she still have that canister of FartBGone in the bottom drawer?

I just had Burrito Palace and sure could use it.

Looky here, looky here

I've organised a Non Denominational "Good thoughts and vibes candle vigil" for Ginny by the fridge in the break room at 2.45pm sharp. Please note that Yolanda will be cooking her famous microwave pudding** at the time and will need access to the microwave, please DO NOT stand in front of it.

**Those with over eating issues, please consider this when attending the vigil as the pudding aroma may be a trigger.

Is the original thread gone?

Ginny, ye were daid before we even knew ye.

[quote]I would never want to meet the people who finds these threads funny.

I would never want to meet the people who can't figure out basic subject-verb agreement.

Obviously God needed another angel.

Je t'adores, R42.

Someone (and we ALL know who!) has been heating canned fish in the break room microwave.

A woman at Saks used to do this the most wretch-inducing fog would waft into the hallway to the restroom. She wore bejeweled Italian sandals and her toenails looked like Fritos Scoops.

These threads always make me think of when I worked at Saks.

r42, you are a cunts.

Ginny in Billing just collapsed thread.

Remembering Ginny in Billing thread.

Hilarious! Thank You All!!