*cough*~hack~*cough*~hack

This is what I am hearing today from my ungainly, lumbering slug of a co-worker. She is over there hacking up what I have decided is either a third lung, remnants of the many doughnuts she downs in a week, or Jimmy Hoffa. Who knows, but it sounds bad, and if it gets me sick for Christmas I'm going ghettobitch on her ass and taking a crowbar to her mamamobile.

She's truly becoming a pompous asshole, too....even more than she was. Now she's signing emails to me with her new and improved title. Barf. I am going to love telling her I got a higher position making more $$ than her. She and her wet paper bag husband and weird spawn can rot.

Happy Holidays!