As if the the last one wasn't bad enough. This week, Miss Boring has gone from being just 'yawn-yawn' to full on 'auntie-who-got-ripped-off-at-the-wet-market' angry. She started shouting incoherently at one of the managers from the other side, Fred.
On cue, I started receiving emails from Bibi, my buddy who sits next to Miss Boring on the 9th floor (I sit on the 10th floor). Her email subject header reads: "I'M IN PAIN"
Bibi (email): ......just listening to your telecon with Miss Boring ... whoever Fred is, poor thing!
Frou (email reply): I know right?! Poor Fred! I'm like Mother Theresa trying to soothe frayed feathers in this call, but she has gone raving lunatic!
Ten minutes later:
Bibi (email): How long is this still going to go on?
Frou: I'm trying my best to end it, trust me!
Five minutes later:
Bibi (email): KILL ME ALREADY!
Frou (email reply): KILL ME FIRST!
And finally:
Bibi (email): I feel like the toilet paper everytime you guys have a conference call...
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