2003-07-07 14:13
digitaldiscipline
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. . . .
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. . . .
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