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Found : Falling Angels by Tracy Chevalier, my favorite author of the moment. 135p, PickABook in SM

Spent last week in the other site. I really hate the daytime shift. There are too many people on the streets and the heat reminded me that I am in hell.

Though it is great that my initial impression of a person is being changed, it is NOT that great to have a fallen saint right by your feet.

SM (Saint M___) was trying to be subtle about her hatred for H but obviously, the former does not have the knack for subtlety. In fact, if subtlety were a planet, she would be a neon pink monolith on it's Easter Island. She is the bulldozer in a 5x3 feet room, the foghorn in Dickens' Great Expectations, the gale that sank the ship, the whip on a dominatrix's hand...

"You know, even if you're sick, you can still go to work. It has something to do with setting your mind..."

Jeezus, woman, the person had to be rushed to the hospital. I think the last thing her mind can set at that point was to make sure that she wouldn't be gone from work longer than 3 days. God forbid that she miss the constant whingeing of her team...or the fact that it's a 100% attrition..

Look, I get that you hate each other's guts. I understand that H has her shortcomings. Don't forget that I was at the receiving end of the "you so stupid" harangue at some point but damnit, I was expecting SM to be decent and not discuss what she thinks ---

A manager is supposed to elevate her people and show them that there is no use complaining over things that can be let go. Instead, SM has decided to fully engage the "let's all hate her war".

To SM...

Here's a huge ONE FINGER SALUTE.

You beat tupperware in the plastic game.