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[apocalypsos]

If the Glorified Optimist brings me one more huge stack of data entry with that smug "Wow, would you look at that?!" attitude, I'm going to teach him new meanings of pain. Probably with a jar of peanut butter and a basketful of starving gerbils.

And once again, the drivers waited until The Last Fucking Second On The Planet(TM) to bring me their attempted freight. Gee, thanks, guys. You just added another half hour to my night. *growls*

Urgh. *headdesk*

EDIT: Oh, and Britney's engaged to be married. Again. Help me out here ... did I miss the news story where you win a prize or a tax break or a pony or something for marrying the most stupid people in one year's time?

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/___destijl/]

Icon love. So much icon love.

And I think it's a buy-one-get-one-free sort of thing. If you marry enough idiots, you get your next marriage annulled or a divorce free of charge.

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

I think you need the basket of rabid gerbils and a jar of peanut butter permanently perched on your desk. That way next time someone comes up to be irritating. You can just point at your new desk accessories while smiling winningly until they back away with fear in their eyes.

[siegeofangels.livejournal.com]

I hadn't realized that the proper unit of measurement for gerbils was the basket.

What about other rodents? Hamsters and chipmunks, sure, but depending on the size of the basket, you're really only going to get a couple of bunnies per basket. And squirrels? I don't even want to think about squirrels.

[thespatz.livejournal.com]

I'm going to teach him new meanings of pain

Try corsets. And large shiny golden staffs.

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