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The THING that irks me!

Argh! I am so disappointed with myself for letting another Monday get to me! It was starting out just fine, especially when I got to the office early and was mentally preparing myself for the morning meeting with the bosses. And then my mood changed when this person decides to ditch our shrinking team to take a medical leave. Excuse - migrain. Now instead of having three people in the team, we only have two. So who's going to be doing this person's job and the other two people's jobs today? Just us, of course!! I am sick of this shite. I can't take this irresponsibility and I hate this person for it. I mean, we already know that the other two people are not going to be in the office today for a training! This person should know better. At least try!! I had a terrible migrain last Thursday but by GOD, I came to work - driving a car no less! She has a husband who DRIVES her to and from work. How hard could it be to take a pill and sit in the damn car?! Then if she's REALLY sick, take an mc from the panel clinic here. I understand migrains. I've had them since I was 9 - of course I didn't what it was back then - and I hope to GOD she's truly having the WORST kind of migrain today. The kind where you puke all over yourself and wail at the slightest sound or a glimmer of light!!!!!!!

Why am I so pissed?

Well, last Friday this person created drama in the office just because one of my colleagues pointed out some wrongs in this person's work - supposedly harshly but really it was just his way and tone of voice. This person started having a tantrum, grumbling and smashing things and then crying. The worse part was when this person's cheerleader piped out saying my colleague has always been "rough" to this person when talking.

Clearly I was so disgusted by that. But today I am utterly REVOLTED by this annoying display!



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