Thunk.Thunk.Thunk, thunk, thunk.THUNK THUNK THUNK! That is the sound of my head slamming against my desk. Again and again and again. I have somehow allowed myself to slide down the slippery slope of workplace aggravation and have found myself irrevocably mired in a frustration that has me threatening to unleash a torrent of uncensored commentary regarding a certain person. I apologize, but I am left with no option but to use this forum to vent. I have reached the point where the sight of her, the mere mention of her, or even the idea of her sends me sputtering and twitching in fits of, “How could she?” I hate being here, mainly for the lack of control it makes me feel and the degree…