Meetings, in general, suck. The only thing worse than being stuck in a meeting, is being stuck in a meeting with someone you don't like and a person that doesn't speak English well.

I just returned from a meeting with my arch nemisis, or the person I fondly call "bitch" and her non-english speaking tech. Everything I said to NEST had to be translated by bitch. By translating I mean explaining database requests using hand gestures and speaking in slow, loud, incomplete sentences. At the end of which bitch would always say, "LIKE ....... THE ...... BLAH-BLAH ..... DATA ....... BASE ......... CAN ....... YOU ........ DO ........ WITH ....... THIS ........ONE!?" NEST's response was always to stare blankly at bitch for 30-40 seconds and then slowly nod yes.

Of course, all this means the meeting lasts three times as long as it needs to last. Plus, the room was cold, it's freakin' 30 degrees outside and for some God-forsaken reason the air conditioner is running in the room we're meeting in. Silly me, I didn't think to bring a scarf and gloves along.

I'm sure this was some cruel attempt by the Fates to teach me a lesson in patience and tolerance. Well, it back-fired, now I'm in a bad mood and all I want to do is be mean to people I like.

Oh yeah, today is a party day. The pumpkin spice roll maker isn't here today, so that's something else to be mad about. Maybe the Fates could at least see to it that there is some form of chocolate to wash away the bad memories of NEST bitch.