I wanna lick some cheez-its

Ok. I hate being micromanaged, or feeling like I have someone looking over my shoulder while I work, or anything that even smacks of such crushing disempowerment.

I have a bit of a running disagreement with another person (there's actually more than one) that I liken to the epic battles of Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, Crumple versus Fold, Which way should the toilet paper hang on the roll, and various other monumental fracases that are have become so consuming that they are hard to let go of.

I am having a very difficult time respecting someone who works at my jobsite. Thankfully, my interactions are few and far between with this particular individual. And what interactions I have are usually vicarious, though always condescending. They are never direct, which is good, since considering the fact that I have absolutely no respect or like for this person, I am sure my alligator mouth would get my canary ass in big trouble. And as a Cancer (with a Scorpio rising, which makes me even more volatile), its ugly when I get my panties in a knot.

It makes me wanna lick some cheese-its.