Every office has the bitch who can't stand anything.
My music's too loud for her delicate ears. (might explode if i dont turn it down.)
You can't talk loudly (or in my case normally) on the phone cause apparently, she's getting a call
from the president of zimbawe discussing on the posibilities of ending world poverty.
She never gives you whatever you needed on time.
But.
Her music's too soft for her.
She can talk aloud and laugh like a maniac when it's your turn to talk to the the president of zimbawe.
When she needs something from you, she meant NOW!
She kisses the bosses arse.
She buys a truckload of McD to feed her "servants" so they won't run out of energy to "work" and "bow" to her.
She's too vain for words.
Writting this down does not really "eliminates my frustrations" yet, it boils me even more.
So.
I shall stop "pen-ing my thoughts down" bout her if not I'll have to knock my head against this computer.
