My passionate disdain for my mini-boss has reached unhealthy proportions. The way I feel about her scares me! It’s certainly not normal. I swear, if she had a terminal disease – I probably wouldn’t feel sorry for her, chances are, I’d be happy!

She (or someone whom she obviously can’t stand up to) has introduced this convoluted procedure for applications that makes absolutely no sense at all. I point out that this will inevitably slow down the whole process to which the bitch responds “I don’t care, just do it” WTF?

Now, I’ve never been one to hold grudges or even stay angry at my co-workers, just because I feel only people that matter should inspire hatred and love. But with her it’s different; she just rubs me the wrong way. An inexplicable rage comes over me every time I see her stupid big orange hair (yes, she has orange hair!). I know I shouldn’t be this bothered because – really, to quote a modern day psalmist ’I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one!’

I don’t know maybe I’m just a bit testy – I’m missing out on $2.99 panties and $ 9.99 bra sale because there’s no Victoria’s Secrets in Canada. And oh, it’ll be months before the new C2 coke gets here!

PLAYING: Electric Avenue – Eddy Grant

READING: Dress Your Family in Denim and Corduroy – David Sedaris

WATCHING: Shopping Bags

QUOTE: “no place to hang out our washin' and then they can't blame all on the sun”