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One of my coworkers became a mother a year and a half ago. Last week she returned to work. I was thrilled about it – to me she’s more than a fellow sister-in arms, she’s a friend.

Or so I wanted to believe.

In her absence I had forgotten all the things about her that used to irritate the hell out of me. I had forgotten how selfish and self-absorbed she was, I had forgotten that she’s only nice to people when they can be of some use to her.

I cannot and I won’t tolerate hypocrisy. Ungrateful bitch. The hell with her.

And that’s the primal unpleasant side effect form winter – it makes my tolerance so thin that it gets as good as nonexistent.