Hangover. Bad. Beer. Tequila. Hot sauce with beer and tequila. With that being said, I can’t take dumbass questions from her today. I don’t have the patience to teach someone how to manage an account when I’m not responsible for them on my P&L. I’m trying not to make it too obvious that I can’t stand her (other than my constant eye rolling) – but she looks like a freaking blow up doll and I’m sick to my stomach that our managing director made her an account director. Too much? Need Mexican food and I’ll be more positive. Promise.