Frustration thy name is Darlene

I work with a woman over the phone that seems to hate me for some apparent reason that I am not aware of. Sure, she could be mad about my general lack of enthusiasm with the job or the fact that I am not the friendliest person in the mornings. It could also be that my silky voice does not to charm this maiden. What I do know is that is has nothing to do with my tremendous good looks or my sometimes intense garlic breath because we have never met in person.

Yes, we have never met. But I would imagine that she looks a little like this;