MY FORMER BOSS!!!

Most of the time, I just had to suffer in silence. She was my boss; I wasn't going to get into any sort of argument with her. But THEN, she dared question my knowledge of Beatles songs because (are you ready for this), she was at Woodstock - in her mother's uterus!!! SHE WINS! I'm like, um, not quite sure how that makes me wrong about Blackbird. So she left for a meeting; I looked up the stats on Blackbird. I was right. From that day forward, I excused myself when she got started on any story that was one-upping anyone else's. I only had about a month left at that job by then, so I focused on that. And breathing. And telling the whole story to my husband after the fact. Venting is key.