Well, in a totally "I am woman, hear me roar" moment, I straight up fired the bitch!!
Woot Woot!! I'm a bad ass!
It was like the clouds parted, the angels sang, and god reached his oversized hand down straight from heaven to knock the slut right out of here!!
So on one hand I'm totally happy and carefree not having to worry about catching a glimpse of her ass, but on the other hand I'm freakin swamped!!
The interviewing for a replacement starts next week...and I'm going to guess I get some real doozies.
Where are all the normal, appropriately dressed, mature, responsible disease free people that never shit, text or put on their makeup at work?
Am I asking to much here?