Any Witch Way But Loose

And the bitching has started!! What fun.

Over the past few weeks I've been entrusted with updating a spreadsheet while the Wicked Witch of the West has been on holiday. She walks in and apparently it's all wrong and I'm now Public Enemy Number 1 - hurrah.

I want to lay low but the my feisty antennae is shaking, I'm so mad. I can't see myself sitting on the fence on this one, I just can't. And why should I? Because I'm a lowly temp that's why. Not until the 26th June am I secure and not even then, really. But I wouldn't be staying true to my red-headed roots if I didn't stick up for myself.

Dilemma.

Let's just hope that WW of the W doesn't speak to me again today, that's all - or that can of Whoop Ass? Opened.