Friday has finally arrived. Woo hoo!!! Nothing like logging on to a complete sh*tshow this morning after dealing with one last night. Gads.

Eff off to:

• King Pita. Oh, yeah. Smack dab at the top of the list. KP, I know how to do my job. That's one reason why my work rep is stellar. Yes, I saw your email. Hell NO, I did not make the changes you want because they are WRONG. Had I done as you asked, one group would've denied approval because that task is not their job. And Princess Poo-Bah of the other group would've gotten his already-twisted knickers in an even bigger twist. That dude is already difficult to work with and I'm not ruining my good work relationship with him because you are an asshat of unimaginable proportion. Psssssst... this is why other members of the team want me to contact Princess; because he likes me. Not gonna let you eff that up, KP, you effer.
• Cancer. In a word: DAMMIT! Another friend was diagnosed. Skin cancer on her face. Once it's removed, she'll need plastic surgery.
• Toxic people. Especially the drama queens who make it all about themselves and their lackeys who support their toxic drama. A friend who is simply one of THE nicest people you'll ever meet had to rush her Dad to the ER. Diagnosis is double pneumonia and congestive heart failure. He coded on the table, but the medical team was able to bring him back. Her brother was informed shortly before that that he needs a liver transplant. Unfortunately for Mrs. Nice, she posted about her Dad on Fakebook. CueQueen Toxic word-vomiting all over her post followed by a flood of text messages. Mrs. Nice showed me the messages. All.About.Queenie. How SHE was so upset and SHE was crying (has never met Dad Nice) and how Mr. Queen had to console QUEEN. No "prayers for your Dad" or {hugs} or "sending positive thoughts". Just me, Me, ME.  Queen has pulled a bunch of poop on Mrs. Nice and that was the last straw: blocked on all forms of contact (Fakebook, email, messenger, texts). But that didn't stop Queen...
• Mr. Queen, who texted Mrs. Nice 20 minutes after Queen was blocked. HIS wife is sobbing and HIS wife is upset and I know she missed the Coffee Klatch 2 months in a row and must be THE reason you blocked her but can you confirm so I can help Queen deal with HER grief? Nothing about "sorry your Dad is ill and thank goodness he escaped Death's door". I was ready to take Nice's phone and word-vomit a scathing reply to Mr. Queen before blocking him. Good thing they didn't show up at the hospital because I'd've called Security on them. 
• Trying to function on less than 3 hours of sleep because I was at the hospital with the Nices until after 2am. 

Forn Friday 

I don't have much to offer after I bit into... a juicy, delicious slice of cantaloupe. Ooooooooohhhhh yeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhh!!! Sometimes it just takes one perfect piece of fruit to set your tastebuds to bliss. Cantaloupe, watermelon, and berries fresh from the bush/vine. What about you?