Type A personalities drive me nuts, especially when I'm not in a good mood.
Can I get a witness?
"Hi Supervisor, I need VP BB's home address."
She says cheerfully, helpfully, "Sure, hold on and I'll get it for you."
"Oh, hey, do you have his home phone number, too?"
"Sure…what is the purpose?" I knew this was coming and had my response all prepared. WTF does she *think* I want it for? Like this VP, who's a low-level one at that, is to be cossetted and protected? Dude, he's not God. Sh*t, his little office is almost smaller than my f*ckin cube.
"I'm sending him an envelope laced with anthrax."
"It's 999-9999."
"Thanks."
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