Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!

What part of "NO" is unclear to you?!

She was screaming at me! What is her problem? All I did was ask her if
she wanted to get some lunch. Is that a crime? Then I asked, Are you
sure? Well, everybody, duck and cover RIGHT now because that is the one
illegal question disallowed in the presence of her highness. Today
started out so well, too. It has always amazed me how quickly a day can
go from good to bad. In a heartbeat, or the time it takes to ask a
question. When this little tirade ended, an observer was sure to see
the black, wooly cloud hanging over our cubicles. The mood must have
been tangible.

Not a moment later, a door slams down the hall followed by the sharp
"clickety, click" of the boss's three-inch heels. Oh, crap! Here she
comes. And around the corner she sails straight into the cubicle of her
highness. "Get your ass into my office, right now." You know it's more
sinister when words like that are spoken in a near-whisper. "Clickety,
click" off she goes, and "clumpety, clump" her highness trails sullenly
behind her.

Their meeting lasted more than forty minutes and in that time the entire
office was deathly quiet. Upon her return, her highness began packing
personal belongings. Although I stared at her through the entire
process, and she must have felt my eyes bore into the side of her head,
not a word was exchanged between us. She finished packing and stood up
straight to proudly address no one in particular. "This is not over.
Just because I'm leaving here today does not mean my career with this
company is over. You people will be hearing from me again soon." From
across the office I heard "Shut up, Bitch! You just got canned!"

And as quickly as it turned from good to bad, the day just as suddenly
looked a lot brighter.