A true story

Just dealt with a dreadful woman. She is a graduate student here. She smelled awful. Like my own body odor. Likely in her late-20s but looks fit to be dating my grandfather (but he has much better taste.) Condescending attitude about my ability to enter data. Totally incapable of giving me clear direction but I've figured it out anyway. She won't realize it but her contracting this busy work to me clashes with her and her team's post-collegiate socialist ideology. Disgusting band aid on her finger, edges curling, making me turn my head and gag. I still have that gagging feeling, hence the brusque tone of this entry. The band aid finger was her mouse-clicking finger. I have since drenched the mouse in hand sanitizer. I still don't know how to calculate market equilibrium and that is more important to me than her hundreds of inane guide-use surveys.