As you wish...

So I work with some pretty despicably horrible people.
Sure they have their tolerable moments, but for the large part, they have souls black as pitch and a special spot waiting for them in hell.
We –our department- (well, mostly my boss) made the show shirts. That’s part of our gig (branding, outside promotions, blah, blah, snooze). So we ordered shirts in a color that match our color palette. We’re a morning show, so our colors are a little fruity.
We picked a color out of a catalog and sent them our logo…and we were done. When the shirts arrived,…there were distinctly two different dye jobs done in the batch. One batch was pretty close to the color we ordered. The other was less orange and a bit more salmon…sorta.
Naturally, we took some good-natured ribbing about the shirts. Most people knew these were not what was ordered and left it at that.
Monday, an intern sticks his head into y bosses door.
Intern: Hey, I need one of the polo shirts.
My boss: What for?
Intern: I think for the people from the zoo.
My boss: Well, those shirts for the the show’s staff,”
Intern: Well, Lydia (we’ll call her Lydia) sent me up to grab a shirt for her.
My boss: Well, I’m headed down (to the studio). I’ll take one with me and see what she needs.
My boss heads downstairs. Lydia is chatting up the zoo people. Her job is to book people on the show. After they’re booked, it’s apparently also her job to sit in the green room and crawl up their assholes to actually smooch not only their ass, but their colon as well.
Lydia holds up the shirt making a face like someone just shit on her hand.
Lydaia: Isn’t this the ugliest shirt you’ve ever seen?
Zoo people: It’s not really that bad.
Mind you, my boss –the person responsible for the shirts- is standing right there. He just handed her the shirt.

I’m convinced that she is so wonderfully miserable, she isn’t happy unless she’s spraying a constant stream of shit onto everything within scorn distance.

Of course, our EP takes her side on every dispute. Once, she claimed it was bright outside at night, and dark during the day. It was good for our department for it to be daylight during the day so our EP says "Well, they do light up football fields and highway work areas at night, so she IS right guys". This didn't happen, but it may as well have.

Sometime soon: THE INTERNS COMETH!