I could spend a billion letters bitching about my new boss, but just thinking about writing all that jazz is making me mad. Instead, I’ll just sum it up in an anecdote from yesterday.

We had arranged to meet yesterday for an overdue conversation. She was coming from uptown and called to let me know that she was hopping on an express train to meet me, a train ride that couldn’t take more than 20 minutes. 90 minutes later, she called to let me know she was 3 blocks away. Mind you, I’d been waiting at the prearranged spot all this while.

When she finally showed up at the spot, an hour later, she was carrying a Coach shopping bag, armed with a sloppy tale about the trains not running correctly, a train with no current service advisories, according to the website.

Not two minutes ago, I get a rambling, nonsensical email with a quick jab at the end that she thinks I’m disrespecting her because I allegedly turn in my TPS reports late. Not true - if she actually sat in one fucking place and worked for, oh, a single whole day out of the week, she’d see that I send everything requested to her, on time, many times more than once. Disrespecting her? OH REALLY? What do you call that childish, passive aggressive stunt? And if she calls me a “little hipster girl” one more time, I’ll give her disrespect. Right at her face.