Crazy Evil woman.

So, one of my jobs on the A-team is to coordinate the mascots. As in, taking care of the costumes, managing any requests for mascot costumes and performers, hiring new mascots, arranging their schedules, and making sure the "mascotting" runs smoothly during the year. Maybe it sounds easy, but it's been pretty much a heck of a lot of work this week, so hopefully it'll slow down and steady out during the year.

Except... I've been trying to get a hold of this guy that applied for the position. Apparently he's super gung-ho about it. Which I like. Except his mother is possibly as Evil (yes, capital E) as Dr. Lois Brown, the lab coordinator for organic chemistry. If anyone knows our wonderful Dr. Lois, they would know that she eats undergraduate students for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And the ones she really doesn't like, she spits them out, stomps on them to make them a little more tender, then goes back and finishes them off.

Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating (but only slightly). And I realize that I am the idiot that forgot my cell phone number when I called her and gave her the wrong number. Twice. And I apologized. Twice. But she is an Evil woman who has no need to chew me up and spit me out just because I was unfortunate enough that she's on the other end of the phone whenever I call. In fact, she chewed me up in the first five seconds of my phone call, before I even gave her the wrong number!! And no wonder I gave her the wrong number! If there is one personality type I KNOW I can't handle, it is the overly aggressive type. They scare me so bad. Turn me to jello so I can't think or resond. I HATE that. What is this anyways, and why am I being interrogated when I am the one trying to interview YOUR son who called us 9 times asking if he could be GUBA? I sure as hell hope that your son does NOT have any personality characteristics that are associated with yours, because if he does, there are lots of stairs with hard floors at the bottom of them in Van Vliet. I am joking, of course. Heh. Heh. Heh.

Crazy Evil woman.

I just needed to vent and I feel much better now.

Crazy Evil woman.

I think I need to go for a run.

Crazy Evil woman.

BUT I have hip-hop in half an hour! So all will be well about an hour from now. Until then, if you see me muttering under my breath and storming around like I want to squeeze someone's neck until their eyeballs bulge like in the cartoons, I would head the other direction.

Crazy Evil woman.

ARGH!!!