Where to start

This post is so very far backed up I don't know where to start with the gossip.
Did I mention before that the IT/Computer guy is actually doing promotions and not telling the rest of the group? He attempted to have a drinking promotion with the 400 people (at the time) who had signed up to the website (this was months ago)- and he was like, oh, who do I give the guest list to? Tara and I were like, what the fuck are you talking about.
You can't just have a promotion and not have anyone handle it.
Not only that, THAT's NOT WHAT YOU DO, DICK HEAD.

At the end of January, JenV set up a 'commercial'-type shoot, more like a promo for the club, that would be posted on our website. GREAT.
So I said, we should get a photographer (aka, Gregory, my RELIABLE guy) to come in and shoot some stills while there were people in the club- for our own use (advertisements, promos, website, etc.). When I asked, Mark told me that Andrea (aka Boss-Fucking-Whore, who from now on we will call BFW) had gotten her own photographer. GREAT.
At the commercial shoot, she was getting photos taken of girls in her costumes (fromt the sweat factory). GREAT.
Well, we wanted shots of the chef (will) so we had some photos for our posters. No problem. I go to the back private rooms and get probably around 50 shots taken. I'm sure a few are good to use. Since this photographer she hired was so fucking amazing. ugh.

Fast forward a few weeks. We've all been wondering where the photos are. When MY guy comes in, I have the pics within a few days. This has been now a few weeks. I'm like, BFW, where are the pics?
"oh, I have them on my computer...Bob hasn't approved them...he doesn't want anyone using them...without being touched up" No probs BFW, but we can touch them up ourselves...if you can just get me a disc...
"Oh no, Bob doesn't want anyone to have them, hardly any can be used...." REALLY? Maybe bc your photographer SUCKS and you have no idea what you are doing?!
At that time, I showed her MY Leg Avenue catalog that had all of the Naughtycal party information and costumes- I went over the costume choices and left her the catalog to order from.
Fast forward to March 17, the Wednesday before the party- Tara gets a phone call and I hear the distress in her voice. Basically, long story short- BFW didn't order any costumes for the - she was in the Dominican Republic with Bob (as his translator fuck-buddy) and totally forgot, so now she called TARA to get the orders taken care of. All I can say, is thank GOODNESS she didn't call me!!! I would have flipped and gotten myself fired. Meanwhile, poor Tara was calling all over trying to figure out how to place the orders, since BFW didn't have a proper account, so I was kind enough (because I like Tara and felt bad for her) to give her MY account info so she could get the stuff ordered.
So in the meantime, that fucking bitch didn't have ANY costumes in the dressing room for the past 2 weeks. Entertainers/staff had nothing to buy, nothing to see, and nothing to get excited about. No wonder girls were like, GEE I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!!!!
So at the night of the party, we had 250 guys walk in and 26, yes 26!!! girls for the club. It was POURING down rain- and customers left in the rain because there were no girls. NONE. What the fuck. I was PISSED. So mad I couldn't see straight.
At the party, BFW didn't even dress in costume or theme or anything. She rolled her eyes and pushed together her botoxed tattooed-on eyebrows and shook her head like, OOO I am too good to dress in costume.
I was at the front desk when I saw her, I was bitching to Kelly (useless) about the whole situation. She walked by. I didn't say anything and just slipped out back into the club. Leaving, I told Kelly, "I have to get out of here before I say something and get myself fired."

The next day or day after or something- I find out that BFW was pissed and insulted at my because I didn't speak to her. Are you fucking kidding? Who the hell do you think you are? How DARE you?
If anything, she should have spoken to ME, I am the host- and secondly she fucked up big time. But of course I am sure she doesn't see it that way bc she was with Bob in DR.

That Thursday, April 1, was the car show preview that Tara and I go to every year. BFW was in the conference room and was bitching to Steve, and apparently Bob, that she was insulted that no one invited her to the car show. Meaning, me and Tara. Meanwhile, we go to this event every year for the past 6 years and that bitch has never wanted to attend anything. And if she did, she should have come to us- knowing we plan every event- and said, "Hey, I know you have a calendar of events, and I would really like to attend a few of them- please let me know..." Also, there is a ginormous calendar posted behind Tara's desk, and at any time she can walk over and see what we are doing.
She is really out of control. She is not the queen. She does NOT pay my bills!!!! UGGGHHH!!! So now I stay very far away from her and her implanted ass.

This office is out of control.