The bad apple

Life is full of bad apples. As an adult reading this, I'm sure you too have experienced a rotten piece of fruit in your day. Well today was my last day to have to be near a co-worker. The 2 weeks are up, she is gone, ding dong the witch is dead, praise be to allah, peace in the valley, ect. ect. ect..., I shall see her no more. This woman alone has been my biggest patience tester for the last 6 months. One of those know-it-all types, always passing the buck, never really helping out, but always managing to look busy. A professional ass kisser is what I like to call those kind. Since Wednesday of last week I have had her on pause. I like to pride myself in the fact that I have mellowed in my old age, but she drove me to the brink. I let it rip. I let her know how big of an asshole she had been to everyone, and how we all had her figured out, then I told her I would no longer be speaking to her, which I didn't. She clocked out and left tonight without saying boo to anyone. She left defeated. She spent so much energy belittling the people around her that she ended up being her only advocate. The part I hate about people like that is the little wave of negative energy they wash over everyone. The world sucks enough on it's own that we shouldn't have to deal with a bunch of jug head haters. Just live your life, mind you business and keep it simple. Buncha fecking drama queens surrounding me. I'm gonna have to go all red neck back woods and whoop somebody's Texas ass before I know it... Damn I need a beer...