I have a hard time being "fake nice". It takes every ounce of my energy to slap on my plastic smile and remain calm when all I really wanna do is wrestle the annoying butt munch do the ground and make them cry for their mama. Lucky me, I was able to practice my "fake nice" all day yesterday and today. There's this woman (let's call her the Hen, for reasons I will later explain) in my office that seriously makes me wanna sock her in the face. I'm really not a violent person but this lady brings out the WWF in me. First of all, the reason I call her the Hen is because she sounds like one...actually not just one...more like a million cackling hens. When she talks, you swear a whole hen house was living in her voice box. If that's not bad enough, the Hen talks at a ridiculous volume of 153 decibels. And even worse, she must talk to you with her face a centimeter away from yours. The Hen talks so close to my face I could smell AND see what she had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner the day before! I don't think she's discovered the modern technologies of a toothbrush, let alone dental floss.

Ok, enough venting. Hah, I feel much better now. I agree that blogging is therapeutic. Thank gooooooodness it's Friday and best of all...IT'S A LONG WEEKEND!!!! yessssssssss~!