On Mondays: Quick, Random, Bitter.

I have nothing but contempt for that old douchebag right now; at this very moment my disdain for her burns with the fury of a thousand suns. That old satchel of twat doesn't know the first thing about developing people. She runs from the first attempt to question her decision and hides behind conference calls or meetings to avoid scrutiny. There's nothing left for me to do but to fly around with the other monkeys. Where's that girl with the ruby slippers and the bucket of water when I need her?

More to come as my mood progresses...