We bitch. That’s all we can do. Most of the time, these people don’t normally do anything bad towards you, well, not directly anyway. They just annoy the crap out of you. That’s all. And that’s why we hate them.
Alright, I hear ya. ‘Hate’ is such a strong word. I take it back. Let me rephrase the last sentence -- And that’s why we dislike them, in a, loathe-their-shadow, repulsed-by-their-smell, detest-their-smirks, disgusted-by-the-way-they-eat, abhor-their-speeches, resent-their-very-presence, disapprove-of-their-works, nauseated-by-their-voice, irritated-by-their-tardiness, abominate-their-arrogance and despise-their-existence kind of way.
I so wish I can just leave her alone in her own little bubble-gum world thinking that everybody likes her when they don’t. But I can’t because I am so freakin' annoyed that she skipped work for an entire week without a good reason and without the bosses' permission and got away with it unscathed! Not even a scratch! The bosses were bitching about it when she was away, and because of that I waited with bated breath for the showdown when she came back, thinking this must be it, that woman is history. But hell! What happened when she did come back the next week? Nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G!
The bosses' balls shrunk into their asses izzit? Stupid dum-dum.
And this woman has been strutting around the office ever since acting like she’s untouchable. Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap of the highest degree. Sheep crap. Toad crap. Baboon crap. Every one of them crapping like they have never crapped before.
Too bad I'm powerless here. Otherwise I’ll kick this woman's ass all the way to Timbuktu.
I so don’t like The Toad.