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…whew… I feel better now… thank you.
Feel free to bash the OP and let out those frustrations.
Or.
Be an annoiance to bash!
Lets please try to keep this within the confines of this thread and try not to let it infect other threads. 
I won’t even dignify this with a response. I mean, it’s Monday, I’m at work, I have other things to do than waste my time on mundane, pointless threads. Of course, if other people around here could do something for a change, I would have the time, but I can’t because everyone I work with is a FRICKIN IDIOT!
When I say you need to reset the hardware, how difficult is that, I mean REALLY PEOPLE! Go the the website and click the flippin button! Do I have to hold everyone’s hand around here to get shit done?
Why am I the only one who can go thru our backlog of trouble tickets? WE ALL KNOW WHERE THEY ARE, so how come when we get backed up, my supervisor Smeghead comes to me to get us caught up, when EVERYONE IN THE FRICKIN DEPARTMENT KNOWS HOW TO DO IT!
Dammit people, I know it must be comfortably warm in there, but get a crowbar and pull your heads out of your asses! If we could all do that around here, then maybe I’d have time to post to this thread!
This place sucks.
(Nope; can’t do that. I’m trying to be positive).
Sigh. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
OH! This place POSITIVELYSucks!!!
There! I feel better now!
Thanks, but I already released my stress over on the masturbation thread.
Jesus Christ. This is appalling.
Our interim supervisor has a severe speech impediment. He talks as if he has down syndrome, but amplified. I can’t understand a god damn thing he is saying. However, it’s kind of funny hearing a grown man in a managerial position talk like that.
I just thought people might like to release their stress by acting like an idiot or venting anger on idiots.
…maybe not so much stress today… or…
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
I don’t think that helped.
GGGGRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! KIDS!!! What in the heck do they think they’re doing!!! Think they own the whole world, as long as mommy and daddy pay for everything they’ve ever wanted in their entire, short lives! And, God Forbid they actually do anything to earn anything on their own! Do you think they have any idea at all what responsibilities are? Being accountable for your own actions? HAH! One could wish!!
Sorry, rant over. I’ll be good, honest. I’d better go let them out of their rooms now, unlock the locks. <KIDDING!>
Here’s my Monday stress: I just found out that the movers I’m planning on hiring to move my 2 bedroom apartment 100 measly frigging miles want to charge me $1000. I’ve shopped around, and they’re the best deal.
If I wanted to pay that much to see a bunch of fat, sweaty guys leer at my wife, and occasionally move themselves to physical labor, then I’d…well, I don’t know what I’d do, but I certainly wouldn’t pay for it.
And why don’t I rent a U-haul and move on my own, you ask? I can sum that up in 5 words: I’m fing tired of moving!!! In the five years my wife and I have been together, we’ve moved four times. I’m sick of getting couches stuck in stairwells, of throwing my back out, scraping my knuckles all to hell, and generally abusing my body in ways that aren’t fun (and abusing your body should be fun), of lugging my grandmother-in-law’s “antique” dresser up two flights of stairs while trying not to get a scratch on it. I use the word antique in the non-traditional sense, i.e. piece of shit, rickety, and in need of refinishing. She gave it to us on the condition that she could take it back whenever she wanted, which means that I’ll never hear the end of it if I ever damage it, scratch it, or heaven forbid, take an axe and chop it into tiny pieces which I then use to build a decent fing dresser…
Sorry, I kind of ran on there. But DAMN, I feel good now. Monday, watch out, here I come!!! (he says now that it’s time to go home from work)
Sounds like Miller time.
Pull up a lawnchair. I’ve staked out a primo view for the coming sunset.
Oh, I rather think it’s Bacardi 151 time.
Vodka is my plan of action for the evening…because…
I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT DR. SHAH IS SAYING!
I know he can’t help the accent, and he’s one of the nicest physicians I’ve worked with, but hi? Could he maybe speak a little slower and more distinctly in his dictations? So we can avoid me thinking he’s saying “superbly big unique catheter” instead of “suprapubic whatever catheter”? And he says “acetylcholinesterase” without slowing down or enunciating, but then goes on to say “Aricept” and then spells it? Would it have been so much trouble to spell “acetylcholinesterase” too? And my coworkers wonder why it takes me 6 hours to do two 10 minute patient notes. I have never had so much trouble with a physician with an accent in my entire career, and I have transcribed for Irish, Korean, South African, Swedish, British, Italian, and Chinese docs. My head hurts, damn it.
I swear…if I weren’t moving to a new department next week, I’d be millimeters away from going postal.
Gastroenterology here I come! I feel better now.
Despite the fact that this threead hasn’t been up all that long it’s well into Tuesday here…
Is it hard living in yesterday guys? 
What the fuck?
My boss is a selfish, argumentative, arrogant, narrow-minded, cheap FUCK!!! This ASS drives around in a freakin’ Ferrari but won’t spring for a coffee machine for the office.
I’m about this close to bailing out of here permanently. If it wasn’t for that goddamn non-compete thing (which I’m pretty sure he can’t hold me to, but he’s got more lawyers than…) I would be gone in a heartbeat.
He nickel and dimes us to friggin’ death and then has the audacity to demand more from us. What a fuckin DICK!
And this is only Monday. I’ve still got to deal with this 'til Friday!!!
Tangueray and Tonic with a splash of Roses…I can hear them calling to me now!!! and I’m going to miss the sunset…DAMN!!!
The fuck is what! Thats what!
You gotta problem with that?
Was that wtf aimed at me Chief?
Naw, dpr. You were just caught in the crossfire.
I was commenting on B’s mind-numbing OP.
Do you have any idea how long it took me to type like that, just SO I could look like an idiot and people could release their frustrations flaming me?? And does anyone flame me? no… they wanna talk about their real problems.