More Anonymous Temp Journal

There is a woman who works on my floor who seems concerned that the entire world might not notice that she is hateful. In order to get the message out, she walks around looking like she’s about to shove somebody’s face through a cubicle. I have never spoken to her, but every time I walk past her I feel like she’s going to meet me outside after work and beat the shit out of me. It’s really remarkable now pissed off she always looks.
Why? Why all the hate, tall angry lady? What happened? Did you love and lose? Are you missing your mermaid sisters in your home under the sea? Have you not collected enough magical feathers to reverse the enchantment on your hedgehog baby?
She is a mystery. A loud, angry mystery. Not because she ever says anything to anyone, but because she wears blaring headphones all the time. Even in the bathroom — you can hear the Beastie Boys leaking out of her earphones from 3 stalls away. Which is really fine, since it just means I can fart as loud as I want.