This Girl Ain't Havin' It

Bitching with a coworker about getting Quality Assurance reviews, I said how much I loathed that the adviser would tell me all the teeny tiny Mickey Mouse bullshit things I did wrong and then try to end on a high note with some incidental bit of praise. I was so angry I wanted to say to the guy, "Look, pal, don't bother to complement my gown while you lead me to the guillotine."