One of the things I hate most about my job is having to deal on a daily basis people I detest, loathe and hate. I do not exaggerate. I regularly pray to the Lord God that these people get mugged or hit by a bus.
The worst part of it is I not only have to deal with these people, I also have to mind their feelings. I don't care if they get families gets murdered in the middle of the night. I care much less about their feelings.
Today's hatred is focused on... I'll call her Fangs. This person is the most narrow-minded and juvenile 50-year-old I will ever meet. Two unique and possible deaths I have for her--death by lung cancer and/or death by tooth decay.
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