Faux friends
Here's a piece of advice from me to you. If you're going to do any sort of painting in your house involving a faux finish, be prepared to wait for it to dry. And wait.

And wait.

And then wait some more.

Still not dry? That's because you have to wait a little longer.

Kind of dry but still a little sticky in spots? WAIT.

And then for good measure -- you got it -- wait.

The can said at least 24 hours, but the job was finished on Friday afternoon and as of this morning, it is still not dry. And my house is a motherloving wreck. Argh!

Add to that we have the latest installment of work drama. Tomorrow afternoon we're having a meeting, just us wimmin folk, plus my boss, to "air out" some "issues" that we "have" with "each other." One of my coworkers, we'll just call her Bad Lady, went in to my boss' office to bitch about another coworker, who I'll arbitrarily call Screech, this morning.

So instead of dealing with those two head on, he's dragging all of us into it. Joy! I don't know what set off B.L. this time, but it is apparently a big freaking deal.

Here's my dilemma. There are so many things I'd love to say to Bad Lady, given the right arena. However, my little inner Jiminy Cricket is saying to "be the better person" and "remain professional but concerned" and all that b.s.

What I'd really like to do is go full-out Jerry Springer on her ass.

Thoughts?