I work with this person I refer to as "chicken". Now you're probably wondering, of all the names, why I would call her chicken.
Here's a little background; she sits no more than 3ft behind my desk. The majority of most days, she makes personal calls and whispers into the phone in her native tongue. It sounds like this. Bah bah bah BAH bah bah bah..... Hence.... Chicken
Bah bah bah half the day combined with the re do of work and chicken's constant dog fucking equals one annoyed Kat. Grrrrr I better surf the web for 'chicken stew' ideas.Chicken has a "few" social and communicative issues. Or more correctly stated, she had NO social and communicative skills. Instead of speaking to me directly about work tasks, she emails instead. Slightly annoying. She sits so close to me she could toss the paper over the partition. Further, her instructions always seem to lack pertinent info, resulting in me having to re do the work several times.
Bah bah bah half the day combined with the re do of work and chicken's constant dog fucking equals one annoyed Kat. Grrrrr I'm gonna have to lookup some 'chicken stew' receipes.....
