fuck this job.com

Chickee likes to talk at me when I'm wearing my headphones. She's uncomfortable with silences. Today she offered up, "Have you ever talked to [Jane Doe]? She's a sweetie!" And then she went back to work. Uh, ok. Once, late in the day when I was trying to burn through stuff in order to leave on time, she put her kid on speakerphone and made her repeat, "I love you, Momma!" I was supposed to be charmed, except I hate kids, so, instead, I was startled (she's such a stereotype when it comes to her kid, it's the smartest, sweetest, most unique child who ever walked the earth, and she keeps trying to convince me of that - she's two, so how entertaining can she be?!). I gotta get this bitch a copy of Boundaries: Where You End and I Begin. I don't like kids, your life isn't that interesting - SHUDDUP!