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can</i> deal with stupid people.">I woke up this morning after one of those low-grade nightmares, the kind where you find yourself trapped somewhere you can't get out of no matter which turns you take, or what kind of arguments you make. Then, once I was in the shower and more or less awake, I realised that it wasn't a nightmare, and that I had actually spent the whole of yesterday arguing with one of the more colourless superannuation tax accountants about disposable plastic coffee cups. Oh, and those wooden paddle-pop tea stirrer thingies.If only it was acceptable to say, 'No, you daft cow, the company provides you with coffee mugs, glasses, teaspoons and every possible means of washing them. Just because you and your colleagues are too lazy or too grotty to do so is no reason for me to spend good money providing you with disposable mugs and stirrers. Now get out of my face,' the whole farce would have been over in minutes. But no. Being the company supply-nazi is so glam.