this morning #2165.

this morning, little miss hurricane was on one hell of a roll. fully engaged in another one of her vintage monday rampages. we were less than an hour into the workday & she’d already managed to cram in two tirades, a stern talking-to & dozens of insults. it was rather impressive how swiftly she’d shifted the mood in the room from hopeful to broken. when i fled to the break room to grab a coffee & try to escape the chaos, lou followed along closely, hauling the negative vibe right behind him. the storm had started to spread. “someone should say something to her,” he said. “she’s TOTALLY out of control.” paused for my approval. i just sipped my coffee. stared straight through him.