Just another work rant... move along.

The BBQ Pit
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Lemme see here…

Cuntratchet? snatchhammer?

Where’s jarbabyj when I need her?
Anyways … the day started out pretty well with me taking my daughter to the eye doctor to find that everything is okay with her beautiful brown eyes. She had fun hanging with Dad this morning and Dad had a pretty good time too. Did anyone know that “cimanon” gum is just about the greatest thing ever? My daughter thinks so and how can she be wrong?

I get a little call on the cel with the message being that we were going to have a little meeting when I get in but no-one will tell me what it is about. I had a good theory on what was going to happen but tried to remain optomistic.

<Insert theme from Jaws here>

So I head off to work, my co-worker had the good grace to let me put my stuff away before she had a nearly complete meltdown and went on a 20 minute rant. She was pissed because I had attempted to make an ongoing situation better by obtaining some rather important information and leaving it for her. I felt that this information was pretty crucial and as it turned out… it was.

So I think her real problem with me just happens to be that I am me and I get things done that other people can’t. I am sure she was pissed because she didn’t think of a rather simple solution herself. She doesn’t seem to understand that there’s no fucking “I” in team. Was she grateful for my input? No fucking way. She sees it as me doing her job and making her look bad. Let me make this clear, losing your mind at work makes you look bad.

To make a long rant a little shorter we resolved our differences without any blood being shed although it came really close. I was treated to silence until she left and that wasn’t a bad thing. If she would have opened her mouth on this topic again I would have planted my foot in it.

And since I am already here let me address the two flies which can’t seem to stay off my elbow. I just realized what they were doing. FUCKING PERVERTS! Does my elbow look like a god damned fly motel? Let me show you something here, it’s a long wire with a rubbery paddle on the end. Seen them before? Flying away won’t save you, I’m a legend when it comes to killing flies according to the Feynnlings.

And to Sandra Bernhart (currently on the TV) singing… you suck shit. Shut the fuck up you karioke wannabe. Oh yeah… there’s an off switch there somewhere. But it’s like a train wreck… I can’t turn away… and Boy George will be the guest… somebody help me… help me… help…

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Good rant. I like the unexpected bit about the copulating flies. I give it a 9.2

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Nice. loved the opening. More rants should start like that. I missed the truely inventive swears. All in all a nice round 8.

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Okay hang on! I’m trying to convince your local electric company to interupt your power long enough for you to look away and get clear. They keep pushing me off with some silly excuse about not wanting to off the power to the local hospital and how the folks on the electric lung machines will all die. Geeze, tell em’ to hold their breath for a couple seconds! Fuckin’ whiners!

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Goddamnit.

Thankfully, the heroic Feynn has a thread here so I can bitch about work.

For years we’ve been separating out our recyclable paper. Used to be, each week we took turns bagging it up (retrieving the recyclable paper from each persons’ office) for pickup by a recycling firm.

Then we got a new cleaning service who said they’d take care of it.

Last week, a coworker who was working late observed the cleaning service emptying our recycle bins into the regular trash. When we inquired, it turns out that some time ago they stopped doing any recycling. Of course, they didn’t bother to tell us. Pigfuckers. If they’d just TOLD us, we would have gone back to doing it ourselves.

First the goddamn Kyoto thing goes tits up, now this.

We’re bent.