All calm now with Budding Vet.
Happy day at school.

My day...Bitch is so desperate to ruin me. It's like a sickness; a disease. She must have this..that...those...and then that and also these...by yesterday's deadline.
She is out to get me.
She is..
Finally....this afternoon, she lost it..just slightly...just a raised voice, a slight sweaty glow...and she began to shout.

I almost smiled at her.
I forced my mouth to remain immune...
My eyes would have smiled though...

She is so taut,
So close to breaking...when there is no need.

She has demanded a load of paperwork from the Plurals.
Unecessary..
But you see..I know what's on the Secret File..remember? I told you?
She is going to be even more of a shrivelled and sad soul....

She wants everything...annotated...from the past two years...In 48 FUCKING hours. Guess she's lost the plot. Well, let's face it, she lost it ages ago.

Now...
Deputy Chief..very interested. She knows of things similar at Bitch's previous employers...
She knows Bitch is intimidated by me...as well as Angel.
She scoffs at Bitch two...professionally...yet it's scoffing...'immature; inexperienced...'
Deputy Chief knows The Bitch is trying to discredit me.
She's prepared...

As am I.

Did the work she demanded I do at 3pm...just now, at 1130 pm. Sent it. My daughter is my priority on Friday at 3pm...Bitch.
Smiling, I wished her a wonderful weekend.

I looked good today...I was oozing, completely...just fab. Glowing skin, hair just backdried..shiny, bit wild...new high heels, long fitted skirt, fitted top and smart jacket...I looked the business..felt it....Knew it...
Oh and she tries to be smart...does Pension driven Bitch...
but ..sorry..absolutely no competition.And that is something else that intimidates her. Long may that reign.

She is cold, calculated, text book, driven.
I am warmth, passion and instinct driven. She reads books on emotional intelligence; I actually have it.
Get my drift?
'Course you do.

Oh, I just started ovulating tonight...it hurts!!!Deep stabbing pain down my left side this time.
But emotions rage...with strength and beauty.
It is wonderful to be a woman.
A warm and passionate one of course!