It's official. I hate my assistant manager. It's a can't-stomach-her-would-like-to-throw-her-through-a-window kind of feeling. I am so happy to be home now, and not in her presence anymore! I should've stopped at the liquor store on my way home - wish I had a glass of wine with me as I type on my computer in my undies.
Last edited by nycindie; 07-14-2013 at 01:32 AM.