If you were the last person to talk to me before I started talking to myself, you might like to know that in my head, terribly uncomfortable things are happening to you.
Lets say, for example, that you gave me 7 copies of a 9 page document, each copy with different comments to be included, on Wednesday. Then lets say that you didn't send me the recently updated electronic document I asked for until Thursday at 4. THEN lets say you stopped by my desk this morning at EIGHT FUCKING THIRTY and asked me if it was going to be done today like I'm some kind of slacker who waits weeks to start projects, instead of a decent employee who has, in your 4 months working here, never taken more than 3 days to turn anything back around given the necessary tools.
As soon as your back is turned, my nostrils will flare and my lips will start moving.
What am I saying first? Usually something along the lines of: "I hope you forget your head is up your ass and constrict your sphincter and accidently suffocate yourself."
You can kind of see where it goes from there.
Posted by Sonya at December 10, 2004 11:12 AM"I hope you forget your head is up your ass and constrict your sphincter and accidently suffocate yourself."
Would that this were the case. However, it frequently occurs to me that people like this in fact have two assholes, one at each end, and so inserting into the other creates a sort of anal Uroboros-type situation wherein the crap just continuously flows in an endless circular pattern, upon which ironically, they seem to thrive.
On the other hand, this also provides you with twice as many opportunities to tell them where to "stick it", if you're so inclined...
Posted by: KING COMTE I at December 12, 2004 04:10 PM