Please forgive me this rant.
I nearly punched a biotch in the throat today. I have a hard time dealing with this particular girl, even on my good days, because she has a very loud voice, it's super nasaly and high pitched. She constantly prattles on and on about the most inane subject matter imaginable. You can often hear her screeching from half way across the store. So I'm working at my computer, not 6 feet away from her great gabbing, yapping gob, wracking my brain, ignoring my back that's killing me, trying to concentrate on my work over her loud natter, natter, blah, blah, blah, natter, natter, nattering. I felt like I had static electricity running up my spine, building up to critical mass in my body, not unlike a cat would have before punching a biotch in the throat.
Then someone said something about Bowie and she popped out with, "Oh, who caaaaares? So whaaaat? I'm sick of hearing about him. I never liked him, he wasn't that big of a deal, and I don't care what anyone thinks about it, I have the right to my own opinion, he was too weird for me! What a weeeeirrrrdo." She said all that without even taking a breath.
I got up from my desk and walked over toward her with REDRUM in my heart. One of the guys I work with piped up and told her that nobody really cared what she thought. That seemed to snap me out of it, so when she started another tirade. I took a deep breath, and I asked her to please save her chatter for her break time, some people were trying to work. So she piped down and pouted, which suited me just fine.
She has no idea of how lucky she is that she isn't being fitted for a trach tube just about now.
Thanks for letting me vent that out. Bad day in Patlandia, but it's getting better.
Just so you know, I'm pretty sure I would not have actually punched her. I sure as heck would have yelled at her to STFU!
That you could have almost bet the rent money on.