When I’m standing in her office, semi-venting* about a problem I have but also looking for her to point me in the right direction on how to put out a fire I may have inadvertently caused and there she is:
Scooping out mushy chunks of cereal out of her bowl and dumping it, spoon by spoon, into her wastebasket.
Listen lady, I’m talking to you. And what I’m saying isn’t all that trivial, either.
(…I’m only now stewing over this, almost 12 hours after this ‘conversation’ happened. WTF.)
*Def. not the same as un-constructively complaining in circles.