They grow on you...

Today was partially frustrated, partially triumphant: I have hard proof that a co-worker (no, this is another one!) needs to keep her noise out of my desk, and her hands off my clients. Basically, she thinks she resolved a past due account, and set up new procedure for invoicing and payment---and I'm actually back to square one.

I had the sudden urge to march into my supervisors office, where she was conferring with said co-worker, and say something emphatic...

...and in my imagination, up popped the mental soundtrack of myself declaring:
"Evie touched my chickens!"


And no, if you aren't a Pryankster, you won't understand.