Electrical Storm, thanks for the cow-orker goodness.
I love how she’s asking for the meeting AFTER spewing her bile as far as possible, too. How to make people want to cooperate with you, too.
acsenray nailed it.
Someone (nearly always male*) who turns into a belligerent idiot after two pints and starts causing trouble either with some poor innocent sod half their size or the nearest bloke twice their size who works on the door.
Interestingly middle-managers who send emails like this tend to turn out to be Van-Dammes quite frequently as well.
*The female variety tend to manifest as “Two Dram Madams” - women who flirt outrageously and inappropriately with whatever unsuspecting men are unlucky enough to wander into range. Or, if its the Office Party, the man whose “rank” is most diametrically opposed to their own - the CEO if they’re an Admin Assistant, the mailroom boy if they’re a Company Director.
Yes, thank you! Quite entertaining. 
I get so sick of people disparaging our cows all the time by comparing them to their workmates. Knock it off already.
All that and a racial slur too! 
Wow, that was cringeworthy. And yeah, it won’t be forgotten anytime soon.
ha ha
I’d like if you could clue us into her email so that we could all ask her when the meeting is going to be.
Sounds to me like she’ll be gone soon. In my company she’d have six months, at most, to live.
I love real-life work stories!
Thanks.
O-at my company, it’s popular is to print out the email, make grammatical corrections, and pass it around. It never fails to humiliate…
I was wondering if anyone else had picked up on that. I zeroed in on it but never said anything. Yeah, it’s definitely cringeworthy, even if it was a genuine typo.
I once sent out an e-mail years ago with the word “shit” in it instead of “shift”. Luckily it wasn’t going to anyone but a few friendly cow-orkers - and they were quick to pounce. 
I tried that but my head starting spinning from the rabid mix of metaphors.
Sweet. Sweet indeed. 
This is an old story, but…
An associate at my old firm was often heard to brag about how good he was at spotting typos. He claimed that they “floated above the page” when he looked at them. He was working frantically to finish a memo on a patent interference for a very senior litigation partner, one of only a couple of female partners at the firm at the time. The subject line of the memo was “The Count of the Interference.” Since it was late, he printed out two copies, and without looking at the first one, gave it to his secretary to run over to the partner’s office. Then he looked down at his copy, and saw that he had left the ‘o’ out of “count” in the subject line.
He managed to catch his secretary before she actually handed the document to the partner, but it was a very close thing.