Like fingernails on a...

Yesterday it was a good job. Today I think I'm going to kill my boss if I ever have to hear her trill "Oh! My! GOD!" again.

Or if I have to hear her yell at someone on the phone about her "real black leather skull-and-crossbones New Jersey mean motorcycle mama from hell jacket" ever again.

Or if I have to hear her yakking about how hard it was growing up in Fairbanks (which somehow makes Bethel "her old stomping grounds" -- don't ask me how that works) ever again.

Or if I have to hear her gushing about the new Macs that she "simply has to have!" ever again.

Or if I ever hear her squeal the phrase "like a New York runway model!" ever again.

Or if I ever have to listen to her order Pod Thai "with shredded cabbage, bean sprouts, and vegetables instead of noodles, you know, in place of the noodles" ever again.

Or if I ever have to listen to her schmooze some minor local official's secretary ever again.

Or if I ever hear her drop Ciao! ever again.