Dragon-lady rears her head again

There are a few classes of people in the world, Normals, Generous', Smarts, Blondes, and the Assholes (and a few others). One of the wonderful people I work with is a Grade-A Asshole. The dragon-lady is one of those people who lives their life completely self-absorbed, and unless you have something you can give her, you're not worth any more than a piece of chewing gum the sick rabies-dog took a poop on. Without knowing anything about her life, I'm sure she's been married, divorced, was a heavy smoker for at least five years before quitting and getting heavily involved with fringe medicine techniques, went bankrupt twice thanks to VLTs, likely practices yoga, may own a cat (although is more likely "so terribly allergic to those damn things"), has no immediate family, hates her extended family but tolerates them, and generally has no reason to be alive.

It makes me sad in a way that there are people that have to live that way. If there was some way of cracking through the cement shell they've built around themselves, I would employ it. But I truely think that beyond divine intervention these are the bitter, cranky, grocery-store tantrum throwing, old folks that think the world either should give them it all, or have a mass bridge-jumping ceremony.

And I think I'm being quite kind in my assessment.