What in the Fresh Hell Are you Doing Social Sally?

 That should be the diva's new nickname - Social Sally.

I need an afternoon off from this insanity.  I can thank Social Sally for making me feel super salty when I signed off.

I mentioned to her in my stupidity how I didn't like to be called out indirectly in a group chat.  Well she did that and mentioned if anyone saw this rush in a certain area.  It's my area and anyone can work on it but I felt like it was drawing attention to me. I said I didn't see it because I'm working on something else.  WHY DO YOU CARE?  I said I'll put it in my name and she answered "You're welcome."  I looked to see where I said a thank you.  

This is one of those times where you want to punch something.  Did I thank for anything?  I should thank her for the acid reflux she gave me the last two days seeing her videos.  

What kills me is that it's during work hours.  I looked and didn't see any tonight.  I see interacting with others and posting videos about Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift getting engaged.  How old is she?  She's older than me but she's posting this. I suspect that she might make a few extra dollars doing this.  What complete BS to do this during work hours.  She does enough to piss off others that no, I won't say anything.  I have tried but she keeps throwing the flame on herself.  She has scorched me a few times.

I pity the people who travel with her next week.  She gave the thinker grief during our weekly call doing her usual poor me, I'm a sensitive soul and little baby nonsense.  I'm very thankful this is my only interaction for a couple of weeks with Social Sally.  I'm Anita Social aka Anti Social.  

I took care of some things that I don't get to do like shredding papers or remembering to take out the recycling.  I got new bags for recycling from Dollar Tree and got Precious some of her favorite treats at Wal Mart. 

I got a lot to do the next few days.  As long as there isn't another message from the diva I should be fine.  I think she's wearing her nightgown when she does these videos too.  Good grief.  

Social media makes people morons.  Where's Andy Cohen and the cameras? 

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