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Oct. 17th, 2002 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankylexQuotes From My Workday
"There is not a court in the land that would convict me if I killed him."
"Which him?"
"All of them. I'll line 'em up and mow 'em down."
"Do you have to do that near me?"
"Do what?"
"Breathe."
"Uh, yeah."
"Pity."
"If you say that to me one more time, I'm going to rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."
"Wow, what did you eat for breakfast? Crushed glass, now with extra bitchiness?"
"Good one!"
"I've been practicing."
Work has been doing this thing lately where it sucks.
I'm going to bitch and moan now. I'll do it in an lj cut so as to spare the disinterested. Which would be everyone. :-)
When you're at work tomorrow, take a look around. Notice the office go-to person, aka the biggest schlub in the building. The one everyone always says, "Thank god for [insert schlub here], because otherwise no one could do this"?
You know that person?
That's me.
I'm the schlub.
My job encompasses several different jobs, at least two of which are full time in their own right. But yet I manage to cram it all into a single workweek. I'm like the Energizer bunny, no matter how much you pile on me, I keep going and going and going...
I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minniem feels my pain.
And usually I'm able to at least snark at people while I'm being overworked, but lately I'm so tired that all I want to do is burst into tears each time I look at my desk and realize that while I've left it unattended, the piles of work have BRED.
*whimper*
Maybe if I cover them in plastic before I go home, it will act as a propyhlactic.
"There is not a court in the land that would convict me if I killed him."
"Which him?"
"All of them. I'll line 'em up and mow 'em down."
"Do you have to do that near me?"
"Do what?"
"Breathe."
"Uh, yeah."
"Pity."
"If you say that to me one more time, I'm going to rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."
"Wow, what did you eat for breakfast? Crushed glass, now with extra bitchiness?"
"Good one!"
"I've been practicing."
Work has been doing this thing lately where it sucks.
I'm going to bitch and moan now. I'll do it in an lj cut so as to spare the disinterested. Which would be everyone. :-)
When you're at work tomorrow, take a look around. Notice the office go-to person, aka the biggest schlub in the building. The one everyone always says, "Thank god for [insert schlub here], because otherwise no one could do this"?
You know that person?
That's me.
I'm the schlub.
My job encompasses several different jobs, at least two of which are full time in their own right. But yet I manage to cram it all into a single workweek. I'm like the Energizer bunny, no matter how much you pile on me, I keep going and going and going...
I know
minniem feels my pain.And usually I'm able to at least snark at people while I'm being overworked, but lately I'm so tired that all I want to do is burst into tears each time I look at my desk and realize that while I've left it unattended, the piles of work have BRED.
*whimper*
Maybe if I cover them in plastic before I go home, it will act as a propyhlactic.
