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my day in brief:
My coworker - the much loved, much flirted-with B - has caused me to realise I possess an alternate version of an item on the You Know You're An LHM Fangirl When... list. Version b) goes: "...your friend, who has several teenage children, is dating someone half her age and you react like this is the most normal thing in the world." (The new one is a replacement for a previous model who was an entire year older than said new one. I told her she may be developing a reputation and she said, bleakly, "I'm a milf" and then asked me if I knew what that word meant. FFS HAVE THESE GODDAMN YANKS EVEN MET ME)
You know how it is when your already floor-level view of an organisation plummets due to being forced to interact with one of its members? Fucking dumbass, entitled Mormon who is now one of the two tax clients I most want to punch in the fucking face. (The other was the one who CRIED ALL OVER MY DESK because her refund was merely as big as mine, rather than the $$$$$$$$$ she had felt entitled to on account of her collection of white American babies. There is still a box of tissues next to my monitor, three months on.)
You know how it is when your already floor-level view of an organisation plummets due to being forced to interact with one of its members? Fucking dumbass, entitled Mormon who is now one of the two tax clients I most want to punch in the fucking face. (The other was the one who CRIED ALL OVER MY DESK because her refund was merely as big as mine, rather than the $$$$$$$$$ she had felt entitled to on account of her collection of white American babies. There is still a box of tissues next to my monitor, three months on.)