my best friend is a 9V battery

No, wait. That's probably a somewhat lewd statement that shouldn't be posted on a family blog such as this one. Actually what I was talking about was the portable power for my TENS unit. Sometimes it's the only thing that will knock the knots out of my neck and shoulders. Nothing much else in the tension relief department seems to be available at this time. *meh*

There's this bitch woman that I work with who finds great joy in spreading misery all around the place at every available opportunity. Let's just call her "Ms. Martyr" for fiction's sake. MM has a mouth that carries from here to the next wing and doesn't hesitate to tell you how she's worked her ass off harder than anybody else and deserves better treatment that what she gets from us slackers up in that lab. Woe be unto the unsuspecting field rep who is stuck listening to her latest adventures while attempting to repair the analyzers. MM reminds me an awful lot of Risible Girl's train nazi.

Her free time ( of which there is mucho ) is usually spent doing eighty brazillion things for other people and projects which, frankly, just wears her out too much to be nice to her fellow team members at the sawmill. Don't you ever DARE try to help her because if you don't do it her way, well. It doesn't count. I'm talking Bridezilla not so gently blended with an evil version of Mommy Dearest on her worst day, which rolls around way too often for me. I'm just a peace loving old hippie like that. It doesn't help things at all that she's perimenopausal. Let's just get this thing done Big Ernie..you KNOW she's too old to have kids. Besides, they would probably keep her from saving the world or something.

Everybody who's ever had a job knows somebody like that...the stealer of your joy when there's a chance to kick back and enjoy a few moments of meaningful conversation in between putting out fires. She stuck her head in the breakroom door the other day to announce that there was a job task to be done and she needed somebody to do it because she's too busy fuming and huffing and stomping around in a hormonal rage. All I can say is "bless her heart." Life is short and she's wasted a whole bunch of it being pissed off. Perhaps there will be mansions in heaven or something equally regal in a payback sort of way.

Pardon me while I look for opportunities to work from home.