We had a special meeting here, just to remind everyone that it is an office and not 11th grade homeroom. Why? Because all the Hens v2.0 have been pecking at each other behind each others backs. And sometimes in each other's fronts, too. Really, it is just another sad sack kind of office BS pity party.
And THIS is why I need to get a job with guys, doing guy stuff. So I can get the hell out of this racket.