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I just discovered today that I have developed an edge.  I simply cannot handle incompetence.  While I used to be able to just smile and wait patiently, I now get all fired up and snappy.  I am no longer the sweet, gentle flower I once was. Take today.  So the accounting lady (remember her colleague - the number cruncher?) came into my office.  ”Spinsta, your billing entries are not detailed enough.  They need to be really pacific.”  ”What?”  ”The client requires you to be super pacific.”  ”Um, well I guess I can revise the entries to make them more Specific.”  ”I have to check with Number Cruncher to see how we fix this but next time you have to be really pacific.  The client requires the entries to be pacific.”  ”Ok next time I will be more ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssspecific.”  I exaggerated my sss so much that I sounded like that one dude who was obsessed with precious on Lord of the Rings.   I mean if the woman does not know the word “specific” should we really trust her to do the bills?  I mean I am all for cute little kids getting words wrong.  But this lady was no little Michelle and “pacific” is not cute like “ouce cream.” Ugh and then all week this week the cab drivers could not figure out how to get me to work.  They would go the long way, or make wrong turns, or be extra smelly. During my interactions with the moronic cab drivers or Mrs Pacific, I noticed my voice getting harsh.  I can’t help it.  I just have no patience for these clowns anymore.  I am a very important person and my time is valuable.  I am a serious business professional - I mean I earn money in 10 minute increments.  No time to waste.  Of course, taking an hour lunch is ok.  And spending a few hours online is ok.  But given that I lose all those ten minute increments I have no time to waste.  So don’t be making me wait 10 minutes while you put down each individual piece of lettuce on my turkey skinny!! Let me be pacific - the new Spinsta is one tough cookie.   

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