About half a dozen people really care about this but that small fact isn't going to stop me. Oh no.
Bolshie Book Worm's theory is that Paper Shuffler-in-Chief inadvertently set the current drama off, intending to be helpful as always, by having a gentle word in Yoda's ear.
Since she came back from holiday Yoda's barely been able to speak to me. The atmosphere this afternoon when we were both on duty had reduced the the Maltese Terrier to something like an impotent rage.
For the first time in my life I resorted to passing messages to a colleague via a third party because said colleague and I are not talking.
BBW has described this place as a kindergarten. This sort of thing exemplifies the sort of behaviour that led to that description.
This is not an ideal day to attempt to clamber down off the wagon, so I'm not even going to try. I have no idea why I chose that title for this post, but now I've gone to the trouble of typing it, it will stay (until I can work up the enthusiasm to either change it or delete it)
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