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Today the Retard came in babbling about "getting goodies" for Valentines Day. She managed to actually get some filing done as she talked to herself about her "sweetheart" and her "goodies."

Anyway, by about 1pm, most of us had flowers on our desks from our husbands/boyfriends. It was at this point that Sarah got ansty. She started whining that she didn't have any flowers and that "her sweetheart" forgot her.

Awhile later, it became a catrostrophic event for her. Fed up with the ordeal, I plucked two roses from my dozen and gave them to her. I thought this would settle her down. It didn't. She started whining that everyone else had MORE flowers than she did.

Then she sat down at her computer and started banging out a hate letter. She tends to do this occassionally and I love to grab them off the printer before she makes it over there. I have a nice collection of them. They are totally crazy basically ranting about how people don't give her things, lists of items she wants, hate-filled spewings about inane things like being by someone not to leave her tampons strewn all over her desk, nasty stories about members of her family and other things that could possibly be considered terrorist threats.