Sometimes the simple fact that I breathe pisses someone off.
I hate bullies. I have no respect for them. I have no time to waste on them. Yet I'm taking time to think of a way to properly deal with recent events. I work with a bully. More directly, I work with a woman that is disrespectful, passive aggressive, and a busy body. Apparently something has crawled up her ass and died...and it has my name on it.
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