[Early morning in the office. The Ferengi is sitting at her desk, ignoring the Sarcastrix as she enters.]
S: [Arrives at her desk. Sees the print-out of the daily publication on her desk, which the Ferengi has printed for her to read.] Oh, it's a big one today. Looks like eight pieces.
S: Oh, I must have been mistaken.
S: What do you mean there aren't eight? There are eight.
F: That is not a lot.
S: It's more than we've had lately. It's all been ones and twos for the past two weeks.
F: [Makes disgusted face]
Darnit! Where's my Dawn? If I have to play Tim, I deserve a Dawn.
She's also mad at me because she tried to add a new executive to an external computer system, but couldn't because she got a Reuters error code. I should have dealt with that in advance, obviously.
She's also mad at me for not telling her [something blindingly obvious about how to do her job].
She's also mad at me for not telling her that by typing a date into the front page of a document, she was not changing anything in our website. You know, because we don't have a psychic website that updates itself every time you make a change to a document on your computer, you cancerous growth on the testicle of society!