All right, that's it!

[apocalypsos]

I'm officially declaring a national holiday, and all I can say about it is that it will happen once a year on a random weekday and everyone will be allowed to torture, maim, dismember, and/or kill a co-worker of their choice without consequence. Someone will just show up at your office one day with a variety of weaponry, tools, and more embarrassing injury-inflicting items like paper cocktail umbrellas and Christmas lights.

I not only think that this holiday should be brought to fruition, but also that I should be the schmuck with the arsenal. It would be so very, very cathartic.

So the question stands -- Did I have a bad day at work today?




Yes. Yes, I did.

Comments

[norabombay.livejournal.com]

You are welcome to hurt TMI woman for me.

Well...

[seferin.livejournal.com]

bad was it? What happened?

Re: Well...

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Let me put it this way. It defies some form of logic to tell me to do one job and get as much of it done as quickly as possible, then bitch because I'm not answering phone calls that will take me ten precious minutes to deal with.

And also, to bitch at me alone for not answering the phone when three other people were also in the office at the same time doing even less work me is ridiculous.

For all of the work they expect from me, they don't do shit to help. *grumbles*

Re: Well...

[seferin.livejournal.com]

Well, you could always hope they get the disease from The Stand?

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Can I go after an ex-cow-orker? (That is, if she hasn't darwinated herself by say, watching movies instead of getting her diabetic meds, something I would not be suprised if it happened)