So glad someone else said it this time. I'm afraid that I might eventually sound like a broken record.
PJ...since you're the young'un here, a record is a large disc of usually-black vinyl which contained music, which skipped often and scratched easily, and came between the 8-track and cassette.
Couldn't find one for "egging someone on," so I figured the poking one was close enough.
Anyway, my mother has decided that she doesn't like her job. Well, she likes the job, but not the place.
She says it's inefficient, the women are catty (well, duh), and one of them insists on being "Princess." Okay, I'll admit, that would drive me insane...
BTW, would anyone have trouble sleeping with this in their bedroom?