I swear if old Beetlejuice in the cube next to me does not stop counting aloud in the loudest whisper known to man, I'm going to throw a jar of peanut butter at her.

I've heard her go through about a dozen phone interviews in the last month, and she's left early about twice a week for the past six weeks for more interviews. I pray every day that someone will just hire her already.

I think the best was about two weeks ago when she made an extremely loud and unseemly (well, everything about her is loud and unseemly) comment about my personal finances in front of a half a dozen of our co-workers. It went something like...

"...Well, YOU went to HAWAII, so you're HARDLY struggling..." (punctuated with her own brand of venom and fantastical facial expressions), followed by an, "I'm LEAVING!" along with the ritual stomp-off that caused the calendar on the wall separating our cubes to fall down yet again.

Crazy M strikes again.