As a feminist I understand the need to reclaim and celebrate the "crone" in terms of her wisdom and years of experience. However. Sometime the "crone" refers to a self-important, socially retarded animated corpse. This is such am instance. The crone needs to retire or die peacefully in her sleep tonight (so, how wrong is that, really, if the (read: my) world would be a better place free from her?).
This story involves the crone messing with the wrong gal (me). I told her I would not send her a copy of what I already to sent to someone else so that she could make sure it gets done. Gasp! Oh no, she didn't... hell yes, she did. The crone had the temerity to imply that I had not done something that I had a record of doing, because when she checked up on me (double gasp) the person in question did not recall receiving it. So, no crone, I will not allow you to tell me how to do my job, imply that I somehow am incompetent, and then assume I would defer to you. Who do you think you are and more importantly, don't you know who I think I am?!
Obviously since she has time to do a portion of my job, I will chat with her superior about giving her more work to do. We would not want the crone to feel that her vast knowledge is going underutilized. Oh, and bite me.
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I think I may be said crone's minion.
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