Silly Old Bint

Well, she's not even old really.

From the off, I have told every single person who has ever offered me a drink that I don't drink coffee.

I've been working with this woman for nearly 2 years, and every week she STILL brings me a cup of bloody coffee! And every week I pour it down the sink and make myself a cup of tea. While she's making the coffee, I've even gone into the kitchen to remind her that I don't drink it. And she STILL comes out with a cup!

What the hell? It's like a silent vendetta. Maybe because I got given her chair when I mentioned that mine doesn't alter low enough to fit my legs comfortably under the desk. That wasn't even the true reason. Everyone else had a really cushiony looking chair and mine was so hard I may as well have been sitting on a slab of stone. So they swapped mine with hers.

Ooooppppssss!!!

Hell, I'd rather she didn't bring me anything at all instead of bringing me a cup of that ghastly stuff.

Grrrr....