CHAPTER 1:

No TNT, you don't. . .

I know I've mentioned before about this ONE lady that sits in my area that has no end of drama in her life. I gotta vent. I just HAVE to!
So I'm busily working away yesterday, updating spreadsheets and other documents making some great time and kicking some major ass. It's nice and quiet as everyone else is also working, or gone on holliday. Suddenly, Drama mamma's phone rings and of course she makes no attempt at being discreet, starts talking to who I can only assume are her kids and suddenly bursts into tears! I'm not talking about the quiet sobbing that you can only hear their breathing, I'm talking full-on sobbing and moaning between throat hitches that sound EXTREMELY annoying. The kind of crying that you can tell what she sounds like when she whines (which is another reason I'm not suprised she's getting yet another divorce) instead of attempting to be discreet, she just sits there and continues to sob. I shit you not, there is a bathroom 50 paces from where she sits. It, like the rest of my department (she's not in my department by the way) are on the opposite side of the building away from virtually ALL foot traffic so she's almost guaranteed privacy if she would simply walk 50 paces! (it's also one of those new bathrooms that has a "foyer" for lack of a better description, (man trap? privacy screen? Wind trap? Air lock? I don't know.) there's a door to the outside, and then a middle "room" and then another door to the actual bathroom. I'm sure this is to cut down on renegade odors, but it also helps to make it VERY private)

CHAPTER 2: BACK PEDAL
Once again, I should mention that I have never once talked to this lady. If I ever have, it's business related and THATS IT! Because she's such a Drama Queen however, I get to hear all about her life and I know more than anyone should have to about her and her kids from 3 different daddies. *(I'm positive at least 2 of them are bastards)

CHAPTER 3: GOOD GOD
So the sobbing was because her neighbor was clearing out everyone's driveway with his snowblower and didn't do her driveway. Apparently everyone in the neighborhood was also out shoveling so the guy was able to ask every one of them if they wanted some help. She wasn't home.
My eye twitched involuntarily both just now and when I had no choice but to overhear the story. How Fricken STUPID! With the sue happy people coming into Colorado, not mentioning the ones that are already here, Why would ANYONE risk doing ANYTHING to ANYONE else's property without their permission?

CHAPTER 4: KILL ME
So I find out today that she not only complained about it to everyone within earshot at work, but she seriously went to the guy's door to ask why he didn't clear her driveway with his snowblower. The guy's responses were A: YOU WEREN'T HOME PSYCHO BITCH! and B: I WAS STARTING TO RUN OUT OF GAS.
She retorts by saying: "I have gas in my garage" (see response A: if you're not feeling the urge to slap this lady back to last tuesday)

PROLOGUE:
This lady has way too much self inflicted drama. I have to stop sometimes and scream in my head "ARE YOU F**KING SERIOUS!?" It's unreal, I'm always hoping that some guys with cameras are going to pop out of the walls and tell me "SUPRISE" she's not really that stupid!" it would also explain the idiots who think she's "Cute" I'm shocked that she hasn't killed herself yet. she's always depressed about piddly shit and apparently cries at the drop of a hat.

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