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Nov. 6th, 2003 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankylexIf I could roll my eyes any further back in my head, I'd be able to see the back of my skull.
I work with, and for, morons. I am surrounded by them.
Oh, look. As I type this, one of them (who I not-so-affectionately call Hoo Ha) has meandered into my office. When you read his lines, imagine them with a Ricky Ricardo-esque accent.
(Sekrit to Mala: BABALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
HH: Did you bill the work for Paul Davis?
Me: No.
HH: But they've been asking for the bill for weeks!
Me: When did we do the work?
HH: Last week.
Me: Then I highly doubt they've been asking for the bill for weeks. Get her fax number, I will fax them over in the morning.
HH: But she wants them now.
Me: It is three o'clock. She will get them tomorrow morning.
HH: But--
Me: --Go away. Now.
Let me divert my rant for one moment to focus on the object of my romantic affection. He is in charge of the construction division here. He is under the misapprehension that my love for him will somehow translate into the contracts/bids/billing/other for his division being done with Super Speedy Priority by me. He is wrong. So very wrong. He has to wait like the rest of the masses.
Speaking of the devil yet again,
J: *blows into my face, a wave of garlic assaults me* Guess what I had for lunch?
L: Something with garlic, obviously.
J: Shrimp scampi!
L: Did you bring any back for me?
J: I took Tony (one of his employees) and DJ (his youngest son) out to lunch.
L: Let me rephrase. While you were gorging yourself, did you think to bring any back for me?
J: Uh, no?
L: It figures.
The little purple Honda was assaulted last night while I slept. Some motherfucker going far too fast on a residential road hit my car, sheared off the mirror and beat the hell out of the wheel well on the driver's side. And then kept the fuck on going. I can only hope they are driving around with a giant purple streak along the side of their white car.
Bastards.
Oh, and to Donny, who called at 4:30 PM with a SUPER URGENT NUMBER ONE PRIORITY SO IMPORTANT OHMYGOD THE FATE OF THE WORLD HINGES ON THIS BEING DONE AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE job?
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I work with, and for, morons. I am surrounded by them.
Oh, look. As I type this, one of them (who I not-so-affectionately call Hoo Ha) has meandered into my office. When you read his lines, imagine them with a Ricky Ricardo-esque accent.
(Sekrit to Mala: BABALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
HH: Did you bill the work for Paul Davis?
Me: No.
HH: But they've been asking for the bill for weeks!
Me: When did we do the work?
HH: Last week.
Me: Then I highly doubt they've been asking for the bill for weeks. Get her fax number, I will fax them over in the morning.
HH: But she wants them now.
Me: It is three o'clock. She will get them tomorrow morning.
HH: But--
Me: --Go away. Now.
Let me divert my rant for one moment to focus on the object of my romantic affection. He is in charge of the construction division here. He is under the misapprehension that my love for him will somehow translate into the contracts/bids/billing/other for his division being done with Super Speedy Priority by me. He is wrong. So very wrong. He has to wait like the rest of the masses.
Speaking of the devil yet again,
J: *blows into my face, a wave of garlic assaults me* Guess what I had for lunch?
L: Something with garlic, obviously.
J: Shrimp scampi!
L: Did you bring any back for me?
J: I took Tony (one of his employees) and DJ (his youngest son) out to lunch.
L: Let me rephrase. While you were gorging yourself, did you think to bring any back for me?
J: Uh, no?
L: It figures.
The little purple Honda was assaulted last night while I slept. Some motherfucker going far too fast on a residential road hit my car, sheared off the mirror and beat the hell out of the wheel well on the driver's side. And then kept the fuck on going. I can only hope they are driving around with a giant purple streak along the side of their white car.
Bastards.
Oh, and to Donny, who called at 4:30 PM with a SUPER URGENT NUMBER ONE PRIORITY SO IMPORTANT OHMYGOD THE FATE OF THE WORLD HINGES ON THIS BEING DONE AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE job?
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
