Ms. Crabtree. In the prop room. With a candlestick.

[unknownfate]

Allrighty. It comes to this. My ears are ringing, my feet are very sore, and I am sick to death of being told what to do. And it's not just me... Everybody at work is starting to eye each other like anyone could go psychotic at any time. And it may just happen.
They say people in lifeboats, jammed elevators, and snowed-in hunting cabins will turn on each other. Well, it appears the same can be said of design studios. All I know is, one more stupid request from somebody who should know better and they're gonna find me sitting on a top shelf somewhere, chittering like a squirrel and throwing candlesticks at passersby.
I am never going to make it til Christmas break at this rate...Yargh.