…I’ve been working a lot.
It is interesting how people are asking me to do things for them in a tone as though I’m a friend doing them a favor. But I’m not a friend. And this isn’t a favor.
And I don’t fucking work for you.
And don’t send me this EOB tomorrow shit.
And don’t talk to me.
Everyone leave me alone.
Let me think for five fucking minutes.
Just… chill… back up. Okay.
What did you need?
I woke up stupid early and went to work.
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I’ve already sent 12 (estimated) emails all asking for answers to questions they likely don’t even have.
I feel liking I’m trolling everyone’s morning.
I’m gonna pistol whip the next person who calls me a part of the IT team.
NOT REALLY. MY INITIAL OBSERVATION: THIS OFFICE IS QUITE DRAB FOR A COMPANY WITH AN EXCLAMATION POINT BUILT INTO THE NAME.
Our little room isn’t a good example of the full office. However, those white walls are made of white board paint. The pic just happened to grab a day where there wasn’t much nonsense drawn on.