Wednesday, I ran into a woman at the bus stop. She was
being utterly psycho and profane; I took exception to
her word choice, and cussed her out in return. She
went really psycho then.

I was not expecting to come in to work and see my
elder clone going over a monitor report with the short
little blonde ferret-faced woman with the considerable
natural bustle and glasses. Not at all. I sort of hid.
They were talking it over right by my desk...

I had to tell my co-workers exactly why I was turning
pink, hiding behind my hair, and going "Um..." a lot.
They laughed at me.

After that, Phone Call In Supervisor fielded an irate
respondent who said that the CEO of their company had
gone on a hunting trip with the CEO of our company,
that had been sponsored by our company, and they'd
bagged a moose. And the front half of the moose (head,
etc.) had been mounted as a trophy. So far, so good.
But the other half of the moose had disappeared
somewhere in the process. And if our company did not
cough up the other half-moose, this guy was sueing.

Um.

Yeah.

I'm sure there's some kind of lesson in there
somewhere.