How do the crazy people always find me?

Okay, maybe I actually find them.  I know I should be happy just to have a job, but.  This woman is making me think that maybe going to see Sam and Dean isn't worth it.  YES, IT'S THAT BAD.

Yesterday was just priceless.  She got mad about something or other that the store manager wanted her to do so she left.  Not a word to anyone, just packed up and took off.  But not until after she'd locked my keys in the file cabinet.  Now, I never put my keys in the file cabinet BECAUSE  it locks and only the two of us have keys to it (so how did they get in there? Hmmmmm....).  So I go to get my keys out of the other drawer (the one that doesn't lock) and they aren't there. 

And this is the best part. SHE REFUSED TO COME BACK AND OPEN THE FILE CABINET.  I had to call my husband to come get me and leave my car at work overnight because she didn't want to come back in and unlock the drawer for me.

Sam, Dean, you guys know I love you, right?  But I just don't know if I can continue to risk stress-induced homicide by working for this madwoman.  Can you forgive me?

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I love Misha Collins.  He is such a loon.  Today he has decided that we (his faithful minions) need to address the unique concerns involved with world domination, starting with sycronizing our cicardian rhythms.  We are now all required to get up at 6 am Vancouver time, and only allowed to sleep for 1.3 hours each night (since we are stronger than other people). 

Also, he has given us permission to leave work and school so that we may devote all our time and efforts to world domination.