mind-numbing loathing, now with more rage

Have you ever worked with someone whom the mere sight of induces mind-numbing rage on your part?

I mean the kind of rage where you stare at that person and all you can think about is rabid squirrels gnawing them apart, piece by agonizing piece.

The kind of rage where you could cheerfully break every bone in that person's body with a bat and dance on the bloody remains.

Or maybe I'm just hostile like that.

cats. asses. the story of my life.

Just in case you thought your day was bad?

I just cleaned out Monty's prolapsed anus.

Your day wasn't so bad after all, now was it?