Beatrix Wokester

The dick at work who dresses like she belongs in some crappy Peter Rabbit novel or Sylvanian family kitset with the chronic flaunting of knitted granddad vests, military boots or some rigid Docs, unshaven legs and the color palette of primarily earthy tones for whatever bullshit reason. She looks like she should be hibernating with a mole or scurrying around with a hedgehog under a toadstool.

If there's one colleague that's highly emotional, it's Beatrix Wokester and her earthy antics.

Bloody Beatrix Wokester gave me snake eyes after I took her applicant's payment but didn't know to ask for her height.