Revenge of the CapsLockGirl.

She is either bored and lonely, and just wants someone to talk to.

Or she is a criminal mastermind, slowing eroding my sanity so she can use me as her puppet to slaughter my co-workers.

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CapsLockGirl: "I'm getting this message that my mailbox is full! What does that mean?!"
Me: "...your inbox is full."
CapsLockGirl: "Oh! Ok. What can I do?"
Me: "Can you delet-"
CapsLockGirl: "NO! I need these! I don't want to keep them, but I have to!!" (semi-panicing at the mere mention of deleting)
Me: "Okokok, we'll archive them." *I slowly explain the archiving process to her*
CapsLockGirl: "Ok. How long will archiving take?"
Me: "Hmm, your mailbox is at the 2gb limit, so...10-15 minutes? I wouldn't expect it in 2 minutes, go have lunch or something"
CapsLockGirl: "A lunch break?...hmm ok, that's a good idea, thanks!"
Me: "Bye!"

LITERALLY 2 FUCKING MINUTES LATER

CapsLockGirl: "It's still going."
Me: "..."

OH FUCK ITS RINGING AGAIN

CapsLockGirl: "Ok done, how do I change my password" (She's quite paranoid about people reading her e-mail)
Me: *ctrl-alt-del change password blahblah*
CapsLockGirl: "Huh? 8 character limit?!"
Me: "It's more secure."
CapsLockGirl: "Ok, I'll just repeat it twice"
Me: "...It's not your PIN repeated twice, is it?"
CapsLockGirl: "......No!"
Me: "Uh-huh."

FUCK IT'S RINGING AGAIN WHY MUST YOU INTERRUPT MY FUCKING LIFE

CapsLockGirl: "Got any pics of your trip to Thailand?"
Me: *sob*

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Derosion sounds better.