I will try not to reciprocate your rant with one of my own, except... the job which drove me out of my head, out of any interest in achieving a bourgoise liestyle, and back to cow manure and mud was one where five out of the eight employees were recent MAs; they thought nothing of coming in when I was in the middle of answering phones and doing bookkeeping (which for a distractable sort is Office Hell) and reaching across my personal space, including that portion of my personal space which I keep in an underwire, to get stamps out of my desk drawer.

These people SHOULD die.

Julia, thinking you need the "I'm going to take out your liverbones" Ralph Wiggum shirt