I've got one

I have you know, I've got one.

I bet you've got one and if you haven't then you had one or you know someone who is one or has one.

As you can imagine at the end of working day #4 of 195 in this academic year I am of course referring to the colleague from hell. The moany, argumentative old so and so who would swear blind that black is "sky-blue-pink with knobs on" just to piss you off. The one who will always give you a list of reasons why something can't work rather than a list on ways in which something COULD work! Well, I've got one and her name is MARION! Actually lets call her P.O.A.D. from now on "Purveyor of All Doom!"

Marion P.O.A.D. actually asked me yesterday morning if she was upsetting me because yesterday I apparently started every conversation to/with/at* her with the words "now I know you wont agree with me when I say this BUT ..." She informed me of this at 7.30 yesterday morning when I arrived in work and apparently that was MY fault not her's. She didn't think that she was "that argumentative" ... nevermind that OFSTED praised me and the nursery and said SHE needs to change, nevermind I have to argue the toss with her to get her to do anything, nevermind that she's the school's most complained (by parents) about teacher. Know a good hit man working cheap anyone?*

No, honestly I haven't spoken "at" her ... I'm not that kind of a manager - I am in fact the kind that's more likely to smack her across the back of the head a la Gibbs if she doesn't stop arguing with me!!