For the past year, I've had to endure a very difficult co-worker. She literally believes the world is out to get her, and when nobody else is around-she takes upon herself to become the boss. She's probably nearly 60, very strictly set in her ways and very bitter-personality. She's always rushing around like she'll run out time, and yet all of her work never gets done. Her mouth is like a fire trap. Sometimes if you tell her something, two things could happen: 1) it could lose translation (this has almost gotten me fired on 3 occasions!) from her brain to her mouth or 2) she spreads it around the store like a forest fire. She's scared to take off work for illness or vacation because she might get into trouble. And, our department manger is her idle. She drools over every word she speaks. Those two have tag-teamed, along with the third-musketeer's (our old assistant manager) to make me want to quit my job on several occasions. Well, as they have seen-they lost and I have won because I have not quit but am doing exactly what I said I was going to-transferring to another store to further my education.

I've been miserable the past year because of those three individuals. I am galaxies away from a perfectionist, and all those I have worked with in the department seem to demand it. The co-worker on nights would always check up on me right when I started-had to make sure I was doing my job and zoning. She still does that to this day and it makes me want to go insane. She doesn't understand I just want to be left alone by her, and that I don't like her. I like almost anyone, but people with degrading personalities make me want to drive my nails on concrete. These are my nights in my department when I work with her.

This week I've had two work-related nightmares. I'll start with last night's while it's still vivid in my mind. I was walking to the back room, and I was near a fire exit in the store. Someone in a police uniform snatched me and put me in an armed vechile. The next scene involved me checking me into a prison, but she wasn't your prison with chains. It was an open room, and I was free to move as I wanted to with my ankle chains.

Then I'm lead down a set of stairs which seem forever. They're narrow and steep. The walls are a pumpkin orange, and when we get down to the last step they require I sit and jump. I look up at them blankly, and as I sit they push me into another room. This room looks like a gymnasium, but only a third of the

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