So it appears that it's a "heinous crime" to fucking wash my hands at work in the shop sink. Today Cathy comes up to me bitching and moaning that I'm too pokey and that I spend five minutes at the sink. GOD DAMN CUNT. I wash my hands real good because that metallic shit irritates the fuck out of my skin and it is hard to clean it off sufficiently. There is a sink in the bathroom as well as in the fucking break room for god's sake and apparently she cannot use one of those if she's so god damn impatient that she cannot wait a couple minutes. I have to wait to use the sink sometimes too but I don't come over and practically push people out of the way and then insult them for wanting to get clean. It's not my god damn fault if she's going through nicotine withdrawals or whatever the fuck is her god damn problem. I get sick to fucking death of her expectation to have everybody kiss her ass as if nobody else in the world needs validation. Jesus Christ, I'm nothing but kind to her and she treats me like shit