I think my new supervisor is starting to get frustrated with my coworkers. I’m holing up at my desk here with my head down low and Toto’s Africa blasting through my speakers, when I hear the supe making the classic mistake of asking a coworker who goes by the nickname of The Mouth a question….

I was doing this for an hour: Notice the 3 calls I put on hold so I could keep playing.

Oh man, I’m in for it now. Without getting into too much detail here, suffice it to say that things have suddenly come to a head at my job. One of the supervisors here is, to put it charitably, an evil spawn of Satan from hell. A few months ago she put my family through…

I have a coworker named Prue. I hate Prue. Prue takes to my desk like it’s her personal kitchen, leaving me a mess of Hurricane Katrina-like proportions that I have to clean up every time her shift finally and mercifully ends. Since I’m forced to share my desk with her due to the cramped conditions…