Grrrr (Or, What Would Adam Sandler Do?)

I had no idea that hell had desks. Or that my office was located in the Seventh Circle. That is precisely where I found myself yesterday. Agitated, angry, and oh, so hot.

Everyone was irritating me. Each person that stepped across the threshold upped the ante. We were full steam ahead into White Hot Rage. All because of one person.

You know the type. The self righteous, condescending I've-been-here-three-months-and-I-know-it-all-you-will-conform--to-my-way kind of person. Well, Sister. Management trumps Snotty. I responded to her attitude with a firm 'Get over yourself' and received the Ultimate twelve year old response: She rolled her eyes at me. (Oh, yes she diiiiid!) Then she huffed, stomped her foot...and stormed out of my office. All while muttering about how unprofessional some people in this hellhole can be.

I comforted myself by mentally sucker punching her - in the face - until she lost consciousness.

I think I may need to take some of those 'Management' classes.

I'd really like to punch her first.