I Am Hiding......in a bathroom cubicle, from Amanda. One of the girls who is moving into the offices at the other end of the building.
She has not stopped talking since she arrived. Not for a single second. I suspect she may have gills.
She also speaks of herself in the third person...
"...You don't really need that, do you? Amanda hates clutter."
...The pitch of her voice goes up at the end as though everything were a question.
*cold level stare*
Also, a pen had the audacity to explode in my hand earlier. I have just a teensy bit of ink of my nose that occurred while I wasn't paying attention... My computer died in the middle of something really important. I've lost the lot, & mean THE LOT...& I have forgotten my bank card, so will slowly starve to death all afternoon.
At this point I am one minute incident away from swearing like a sailor.