Milksop John is the epitome of evil according to Margot Fitzgerald. She's a capable employee who grows increasingly frustrated by her manager's incompetence, until her hatred begins to cloud all aspects of her life. Murder becomes the only option to save her sanity but she's unsure of the best method. Is a slow death better than a quick one? Is using office equipment to kill someone considered misusing company property? As Margot's mental stability unravels she's forced to use pettiness, threats, subterfuge, psychics, voodoo, coercion and a stripper until events spiral out of her control. Will her obsession destroy her life? Or will a gossiping coworker, lovelorn bartender and alcoholic best friend save her from self-destruction?