Ohhhhoho Emily, Emily, Emily. Where to even start!?
I am unfortunate enough to work with Emily (and her manager Mummy and manager husband, wonder how she got her job hmm?). On my very first day in the office, I was being inducted and shown around and she came bounding over with a set of SCALES and started talking utter bollocks about a weight loss competition they were doing and how I "needed" to be involved. As an aside, she didn't ask any of the men in the office - it was just a control thing of wanting to know and log everyone's weight.
She is absolutely the most unpleasant dwarfy witch I've ever worked with. The uptalk at the end of every sentence is cause of great laughter by all her coworkers.
Her husband constantly moans about how he has to photo her everywhere they go, how dinner is always freezing cold by the time she's done bleeping about with it, and how all she talks about is having her boobs done.
My felllow tattle witches, ask away, I got more dish on this woman than a restaurant.