You've got a lot of nerve calling me a heartless ice queen, you self-righteous shrew. I may not hold your hand and pat your head when you're complaining about your life, and I may suck at dealing with crying people, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I care more than you will ever comprehend. If I didn't care, I wouldn't volunteer at animal shelters or give food to homeless people or clean my elderly neighbor's apartment for free. I am a good person, damn it. Don't you dare tell me I'm not. You don't know me at all.
Two arborist trucks have been parked across my parking spot all morning and they didn't do a god damned thing for five hours. Just now they started working. They were supposed to be here Friday afternoon and working the weekend; they didn't show up until yesterday afternoon, and will probably be here the rest of the week.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand now my office reeks of exhaust fumes from their trucks and wood chippers. Awesome.