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a disposable aluminum ramequin filled with mislabelled vanilla creme brulee cast upon the side of my face at pointblank range by a spiteful, envious hag.

well... what can i say?
she's a bitch. and i'm a dick. but, her form of retaliation was a bit over the top.

little does she know... the manager has been asking me to fill out a review for her for several months now.

but every time i fill a peer-evaluation out the only thing i manage to write is:

"In all good conscience, I must say... I can no longer find it surprising that a bouncer ten-times her size punched her in the face and irrecovably broke her nose. I do not wish to work with her anymore; she makes me want to inflict great pain upon any -thing and -one."

...i've been ripping them up and throwing them away. [[cos i find it horrible and mean (the words i write).]] [[and i, more or less, don't want her to lose her job.]]

BUT! i have to wonder if the final straw wasn't indeed jackhammered into this camel's back at 8am CDT.

[[isn't it common knowledge? ...that one should never fuck with a capricorn?]]

moreover, she is mistaken in thinking her "speediness" and "efficiency" are anything more than reckless abandon and sloppiness.

it's odd: I have no title/power in the kitchen, yet everyone that i've set out to exhile from my dreamjob... has been fired within weeks.

i'm not a threatening person. intimidating, sometimes. but not "threatening." some wolves just look better in wool.

i need to have her fired before i accidentally lose my midwestern passive-aggressive cool and rip out her spine one of these saturday or monday mornings.