ugh.
If I have to listen to this girl in my office and her self-indulgent tripe any longer, I am going to lose my mind. I wish I could say “Please shut up and get out of my office before I throw this stapler at your head. Thanks so much.” However, I cannot, so instead I’ll just play nice and nod my head and listen and pretend I am interested in her immature and silly blather.
I have a really cool heavy stapler if you need to borrow it. It’s a mid-60s Swingline #4. It totally kicks ass.