I have what has been described as a politely tolerant relationship with one of the other office administrators. Truly, I dislike her a great deal.
She hates animals and is the most anal person about cleanliness I have ever met. (No, I've never asked her if Monk is her favorite show.) She has two different people hired to clean her house. (You know...one is better at certain things than the other.
A short time after we started working together I was waiting to talk to her while she visited on the phone with her husband. She had witnessed a cat being run over on her morning walk and actually had tears in her eyes. Yes folks, she was laughing that hard.
There's been some discussions in our office lately about trying to be understanding of the differences in peoples lives. I guess she took that to heart because a couple of weeks ago before Bullseye passed away from cancer, she demonstrated her compassion for me (and Bullseye) by saying I should view it as an opportunity to cut down on the number of animals I have to take care of. Yep, that made me feel better.
One of the delivery drivers used to bring his dog with him. She called the company to complain.
You can almost see the hair on the back of her neck stand up when she even sees an animal, but it's a totally different story when her grandkids use the conference room as a racetrack.
I'd love to dropkick her into a big pile of poo.
Oh yeah, I just had to add this. I have seen her reprimand people because when they staple two pieces of paper together...the staple was not perfectly horizontal or the exact distance she wants it from the top of the page. Or when putting stamps on envelopes...they weren't exactly square in the corner. Needless to say, I have fun with this.
"Oh, the stamp goes there