The director of Pest Management is mad, mad, mad.  She wants to have a sit down.  She wants to know why she has to wear a black uniform when it’s 99˚ and extremely humid.  She’d like something in white, hell, she’d settle for gray.  After all, the Garden Supervisor gets to wear stripes. 

I told her it was out of my control.

Well, now she’s not talking to me.