holy crap co-worker and when I say co-worker I mean daughter of the boss being paid to hang out in mom's office, could you TONE IT DOWN a bit on the LOUD talking, shout talking really, I don't care about your cell phone or your trip or whether you know your way around Toronto or not, what I care about is that if I HAVE to listen to you for the next 3 months you might want to do a little WORK instead of standing around honking like a seal all day?

I'm going to get an ulcer, yes I should be able to tune it out and worry about myself but if you could hear the actual volume of this person you would understand that I need EARPLUGS better known around here (to me anyway) as SANITY PRESERVERS.

Sometimes when I go home at night, I want to rock in a corner and say "badubadubadub" over and over again because I've been driven CRAZY here.

FUCK. she's FUCKING on about Christmas now. COULD YOU DO SOME WORK PLEASE?


that's all.