she is a stress addict,

Yeah, I worked for one of those for a few years. We used to get “what the fuck” phone calls on such a regular basis that we tracked them on a whiteboard. The phone would ring, you would see it was Carley calling, and before you could even get the phone to you ear, “What the fuck is going on with …”.

Most of the time she wasn’t even yelling at us, but raging about the absurdity of whatever was wrong. It was like she couldn’t go a whole day without losing her shit about something. We were worried she was going to giver herself a heart attack during one of those calls and she would cut off mid-sentence and THUD.