Fuck you, bastard from IT

I had a meeting scheduled with a guy in IT today to discuss a possible promotion for him. Unfortunately I had a pretty important personal issue to deal with which meant I had to leave the office for a while. I didn’t have a chance to speak to him before hand.

We all have to do this now and again. Sometimes shit just happens and we have to deal with it there and then. We can’t plan for everything. This doesn’t mean I don’t have my shit together, it just means I am human.

The part that pisses me off the most is that I’ve found out that he’s been laying in to me on some internet forum somewhere. You know how these nerds are, I just know that he’s been typing all sorts of shit about me but when he sees me he’s going to act as if everything is just fine, as two-faced as someone can be.

I think I’m just going to give the promotion to that other guy, Jeff.

He sounds like a real jerk. Maybe if you had offered him an apology blowjob he wouldn’t have been so angry.

Fortunately for you, this is the twenty first century so, clearly you could have texted him, emailed, left a note, word with an officemate. Aren’t we lucky we live in a time with so many alternatives?

It’s not like you just pissed off to the cafe without even making an effort.

Besides, if all these fail you can at least contact him with your sincere apologies as soon as is possible.

Someone’s got a real case of the Wednesdays.

You’d better hope he doesn’t post here!

::::golfcrabs::::

Tuesdays are so bad, even the rest of the week says WTF.

Wait…really? I mean, it’s highly unlikely, but it’s not unheard of. Hell, we just had that “Becoming Alpha” guy pop in to defend himself.

Wot 'e said.

I can’t see how an emotional decision is in the best interests of your company.

True dat.

You’re referring to “bastard from IT”, yes?

Shot From Guns claps for you, clearly unimpressed.

No, I’m talking about the “bitch from HR” actually being a Doper. Maybe if I’d ever heard of amanset before this thread, I might catch on a little quicker.

Euty actually said “golfcrabs” in his post. I’m not even going to ask how one does that.

Clearly. One typically uses the palms.

From a toilet seat, duh.

That wasn’t Euty.

By not washing your balls thoroughly.

That was Spartacus.

But wait… *I *am Spartacus!

So what you’re saying is that you’re all Czar’s socks?