Fuck You, You Fucking Fuck

Tourette's has made its appearance at my office. I just uttered the phrase, "Fuck you, Jim. Shut the fuck up. I don't give a fucking fuck about the fucking geese. Fuck you."

Jim is a guy who sent us an email. I've never met Jim. I presume he's some peer of the boss.

But the boss has ascended to the top of the shit list by uttering such phrases as, "That's unacceptable," when I mention the inflexible twelve-day turnaround the CD bulk printing place has. Well, gee, I can't do a fucking thing about it. Maybe if you'd worked over the holiday weekend like some of us to meet this deadline, I wouldn't need to kill you.

Grrrrrr. . . .

Useful Hints for Longevity

Don't open a read-only copy of a document I have open because I'm working on it for a deadline that you're helping whoosh past.

Further, don't get pissed when you try to save the changes you've made and Word alerts you to the read-only status of your copy of the file.

That is all.