When wifey went berzerk...

All of us who are making a slight contribution to the society by being employed should know and would know that a manager is horse shit in the form of a human being (most of the time). Ironically, according to wikipedia the word manager derives from the Italian word 'maneggiari' which means to 'handle a horse'.
Yesterday wifey had a bit of a rough day with her manager. Come to think of it, the manager got roughed up by wifey. My lovely wife, who's come up the hard way doesn't take shit from anyone, not even from me. She (my wife that is) was asked to help out another department of the company she is working for and being the multi tasker and the quick learner she is, this was peanuts for her.
But what she didn't realise was that her present boss didn't know how to do half the things my wife did. Am I doubting the credibility of my wife's boss? Nope, not in the slightest. I just think she's a twat who's got to where she is now, through her friends in high seats. (this is true by the way)
So during my wife's tenure at this new department, the work at her old department hadn't been done. So when my wife finally came back to her old department, there were piles and piles of files she had to sought out. Don't worry my wife is not a filing clerk, she just happens to work in an organisation that believes in the environment so much so that they even print their shopping lists.
Anyways, my wife was not a happy woman yesterday and to make things worse the manager had kept on asking her to send emails confirming how long it would take her to get the remaining work done. There comes a point when everyone looses it. After a few emails here and there, wifey had gone directly to the big boss and told him about the horse shit she had to deal with. Then the big boss had called horse shit and tried resolving this. Big mistake!
F words had been flying and personal attacks had been made and both wifey and horse shit have had a go at each other. According to reliable sources from inside, wifey had won the battle and horse shit had been put in her rightful place.
Wifey had come out of the 'den' as the victor and literally had a 'paparazzi' moment when she stumbled upon a heap of employees waiting outside the den trying to get the goss. I find human behaviour quite interesting. We all love supporting an under dog but if he/she is loosing then we go towards horse shit even though that's not what we believe in. I guess wifey had proved a point or two to everyone there. She was even offered a cup 'o tea by the cowards outside! What can I say, it was certainly entertaining and made me realise that the more you keep your head down, the more they try to wash their hands over it. Never heard of that line before? Tough!