Oy joy. Oh rapture. There's nothing like someone being a total bitch to me when I have PMS and zero tolerance for said bitchiness. Take Mr. Nosy (please!). He walks in from a meeting an hour and a half later than he said he was supposed to and gets all snotty when I tell him that there are three faxes for him to do. Three. That's it. He has an hour to work and decides that it's not enough time. Meanwhile he's ready to open the email and chat. When I attempt to clarify his statement that he isn't going to do anything without a phone call he gets pissy and says that I should go down there and do it. He can kiss my ass. I was already told I would practically be living at my desk and have been. So wash my hands of it and page the doctor to clarify which patient he's sending us so I can forward the fax to the doctors. I figure he'll question that and I can let him talk to Mr. Nosy. The two of them need to work it out and not involve me. This was supposed to be a separate job entirely. As in not my problem. So far he's done everything but dump the shit in my lap. I can't wait for him to leave.

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