Yes, Cry ya Cow I posted a few days ago about my cow of a coworker, who routinely shows up to work late, carrying fast food bags. I talked to my boss about it the last time it happened, and he said he'd talk to her. She did it again, guys. We got a call at 605 (5 minutes after her super special snowflake late start time), saying she was going to be at least an hour late because she got her car stuck in the snow. Today, the only people working until she got in were Bossman and myself. Bossman said if she showed up with fast food today, he was going to lose it.  Well, she waddles in an hour and a half late (again, 30 minutes of no-call/no-show), clutching a bag of McDonalds. Bossman just went off on her, telling her he was willing to tolerate the lateness, but not when it was made worse by stopping for food. There are tons of fast food places in our building, and he told her he had no problem with her going to get some after she comes and clocks in, as long as she doesn't go when we're busy. He told her she was being extremely disrespectful to everyone by being late all the time because she's stopping for crap food. She just stood there, mouth agape, before managing to moo "But Uhm too hungry to wait that long, and Uh get dizzy."  Bossman looked her up and down and said, "I don't care. You're certainly not in danger of starving." She's been sitting at her desk sniffling and crying for the last 3 hours. It's glorious.