Welcome Earthlings!

Greetings,

Yet another day has passed, and yet there hasn't seemed to be a stopper on the flow of my ever-increasing vile thought process about the irrevocably sanctioned co-inhabiters of this corporate cube.

Paranoia sets in as I notice the regularity of roadblocks that come at me as I trudge, alone!, on the way to cyberspace notoriety for the item in question.
The sheer audacity of ignoring an outright inquiry makes me quite undecided on whether I would feel offended by the appalling attitude, or reserve my better (stronger) emotional outburst for later and see where this situation goes.

Situational Analysis:

My teammates, who have not lifted a mouse pointer to help from the get-go, are now walking on eggshells around me.

Either they just want me gone, they don't give a rat's trumpet, or they're just naturally socially inept to handle the weirdness that I am.


Factual Information:

YES, I am the sickly little git that suddenly doesn't show up during the schoolday.

NO, I do not premeditate to do so.

HELL YES, I can still PRODUCE THE BUTT out of what's asked of me....

     I just don't do it in a way that pleases ya'll.



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