It's the final countdown... do do do do do

Well, while I am at work this week I have had 2 songs stuck in my head. Firstly the final countdown as I'm counting down the days to leave these losers (i will miss some slightly but the rest can go to hell).  I won't miss the smelly latvian though whose smelly breath used to make me recoil.  Then there is the fact she hardly washes her hair, and she is ugly and she is weird looking. Today she has put on her weird laugh which sounds like a french person going oooh ooh ooh.  But today I have managed to clean out my draws. The second song is Yankee Doodle Dandy.  OMG this new canadian girl started at work and walks in with this massive hat with a feather in it.  She rocked on up last week and while I didn't say anything to any one I was like no, really this can't be.  So yesterday I was talking to this lady about it as this girl is a weirdo, but saying I can't stop singing the yankee doodle dandy song.  And then I moved on to how she could be the Pied piper of hamlin.  Should we call her ppoh?  Then I suggested let's just call her macaroni.  Well her other canadian work mate who is nice I told her look I can't stop singing yankee doodle dandy and she was like because of the feather and I was like yes. It was just so funny.  Now the latvian had a 2.5 hour lunch break yesterday and didn't even apologise for taking that long. Then she came back and tried to make out that we had the problem not her.  Today she is running around because our office manager is running late so every time the door bell rings for the back entrance, she rushes up to get it even though there are other people closer and she does it ever so noisily. She hurries about the office like the world depends on her because she is so important.  I think of bashing her. I wouldn't do anything to her, but I would like to bash her.  If she does ask me why I am leaving I will certainly advise her it's because of her. I don't like her. Infact, I despise her. I dislike a lot of things about her. All morning she has been sitting at her desk sighing.  Argh ha Argh ha, so then I start to make noises like F*K up lady.  The office manager was so P*d at her for taking a 2.5 hour lunch yesterday as was I because we were really busy.  We even tried to call her on her mobile phone - here is a copy of our IM conversation. We sit next to each other, but it is safer to IM because she is small and round i would say plump - and she puts her hands all over you it's very uncomfortable.  She uses my desk to come around and talk to people so I tell her off for it because I'm trying to work and she is talking over my shoulder.
Here is our IM: Conversation
Dickbitch(9:32:13 AM): I need to take
Dickbitch (9:33:11 AM): I need to go for a "very early lunch" today - from 10 :40. Need to go with Mum for an hour. Hope it is not a problem.
me (9:33:45 AM): no problem I will be hanging wiht Jenni @ 1pm anyways
Dickbitch(9:34:58 AM): Also, I will be coming later on Friday - I was registered for a webinar - US and it starts at 2am EST US time ( I calculated it as 7am our time). so, I'll connect from home and then come here probably 9:30-ish
Dickbitch (9:37:24 AM): As I was winging to Rob about our surveys that they are not showing the situation adequately, He agreeed for me to do some seminars on the surveys- defining and analyzing and he is happy to listen to my suggestions and to try to "move them forward"
I hope I survive this last week.  But working with such an annoying DickBag, it's very hard and grates on my nerves all the time.  I must put on my ipod for my OWN sanity.