Control Freak Queen
She is more rigid than an oak tree
Her ways cannot be challenged or improved
No changes can be made in her day or her route
It is easier for sixteen of us to give in than to listen to her pratter
She is the control queen of the world of work as we know it
I suspect she was born to alcoholic parents
The control queens I know have to control EVERYTHING
after they make their escape from their chaotic drunken squallor environment
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