If there’s one thing I’m not good at handling, is people who act like they’re 12 years old.
If there’s another thing I’m not good at handling, is when these same people, who are all over the age of 30, work in the same office as me.
So the stress of dealing with the crazy shit that is going on at work–what with people too blinded by emotion to see anything but what they want to–caught up with me this weekend.
Those slimy assed, uppity, ignorant, smarmy bastards gave me the freakin’ flu! I should go and spit all over they’re keyboards. Check that. I will go and spit on their keyboards. Just as soon as I can stay awake for more than an hour.
One good thing came of this though… I didn’t have to spend my weekend puking green food coloring, and having to cellebrate the Firish. St. Paddy’s is not one of my more favorite days of the year. Especially when everyone I know seems to have a great aunt twice removed that diddled some Irish guy way back in the day. (And NO. That does not mean that you’ve got a little Irish in you.)
sorry you were sick. st. patty’s day is about beer and guiness has set up a petition to make it a national holiday. that would be the second drinking holiday to be nationalized (the first being july 4th – or independence day, whichever). so really there is no need to pretend or trace back your lineage to see if your x-removed relative boinked an Irishman, cause when it comes down to it, the beer is all that matters
on that note, i had the import-light from holland while sitting on my couch baking cookies, watching trashy tv. i did have on green, however.
Well, I’m glad someone enjoyed themselves. I know I would. Next time, you should just let V go wander by himself. he’s a big boy now.
Oh my god! You know my great aunt twice removed!
Everyone has a claim to something when it involves a celebratory day.
Oh, wow! It’s Easter! My great grandfather’s uncle did some plumbing work for Jesus!
Hope you get better gnugs! If you need help I can send over a nasty London strain of some virus and you can smear that around the place.
hmmm… foreign germs. Well, I’m already known to the US Marshal’s, so I’d rather fly off of the FBI’s radar.
thanks though.
I’ve started getting pissed of lately at people who come to work spluttering and coughing their germs everywhere. Used to be I’d think “Wow, that’s dedication to your job coming in when you’re that sick!” but now I just think “Screw you people coming in here with your pestilence making me sick!” But then I’m a bitter and twisted individual.
not bitter, just completely right, as usual.
Indeed, feel better, miss. And if you start throwing up in the mornings, it isn’t mine.
I’ll keep that in mind.