Mr. FOY called before we were open requesting something.
When I called him 15 mins after we opened, he stated " You missed the boat, I already have that." .... then why the hell didn't you try wherever you found it first instead of leaving us a message and having us do all that work for nothing?!?
The other major culprit of this phenomenon is Mr. Screenplay. I had blissfully not dealt with him in ages. It seems his anger at our new building had finally worn off and his need to belittle people and talk at someone overrode it. SO he got in my face. Incensed. About some musical composer from the 40s. Who was long dead. And yadda yaadda yadda. He invaded my personal space. It felt like an attack on me, even though rationally, I knew it wasn't. He tried to peer at my screen. Had it been anyone else, I would have been flattered they were so obviously going for a glance at my cleavage. The man is a sadistic asshole.
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