I have thankfully moved departments and now very rarely have to look at your sneering, rice pudding face. Since escaping your daily shite, my mental health has improved, and I have more time with decent people, less ego-driven, kinder people, with good senses of humour and interesting things to say. Today I had to attend an online meeting and try not to gag at your looming, hideous face, filling the screen, your wobbling jowls trilling your self-aggrandizing bollocks. Your crowing, whining shite is both meaningless and very telling. It tells the droning, dull, shit story of your deficient, needy, sad self and long, long experience of nothing consequential. No-one can even be arsed to nod, and yet they feel compelled to make some small noise to try and placate you, if only to avoid you dribbling on further. You sad, sad, pointless and depressing person. Thankfully, I have a few days before I am reminded again that you still live.