Cranky Ann is my workplace alter ego. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that she is my truest self.
It all started a couple of years ago, when a co-worker tweeted this image:
I printed it out and taped it to my desk, and Cranky Ann was born.
Cranky Ann is the vehicle for and receptacle of all my snap judgments, my short temper, my indignant opinions on completely subjective and benign topics.
Chameleon in Boots 