OT - Eff Off Friday
Soooooo glad it's finally Friday! This has been a week of Mondays. Crappy Mondays. Where the work hours draaaaaaag and time at home flies by. Blech. I'm TIRED.
Eff off to:
- Jerkwads who text and drive. Yes, EVERYONE CAN TELL. You're driving like you're drunk except your eyes are focused on your lap; not the road. WHEN you have an accident, I pray you don't kill an innocent person.
- George and his "inviting" everyone to teleconferences when they are not needed. I am not a programmer, George. I'm looking at the shared screen and feel like I've just entered The Matrix (would you choose the red pill or the blue pill?). Even the programmers are asking why I'm on the freaking call. I had to skip my PT appointment to be on a call I should never have been on. Eff off, George, you buttmunch.
- Clothes manufacturers and the caca they use for shirt tags. WTH IS that crap? A combination of cactus spikes, nettles, and poison oak?? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge.
- People who insist that I "need to do this/that/the other thing". NO, I DO NOT. I'm an iceberg and all you see is the tip. You have NO FACKING IDEA what's going on below the surface and you NEVER WILL. What's going on in my head is a nightmare carnival ride you don't want to be on, would have you wetting your pants and crying in your Cheerios, and could never handle. So Eff Off on your way to Effing Off and quit trying to insert your wishing-I-could-punch-you-in-it nose. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
I hope your weekend is loooooong and enjoyable!