HappyScrappy
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"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
That is a nice explanation of my work world. It could be worse, I could have to wake up in a bed full of broken glass after a night of sucking the syphilis infected cocks of dying midget lepers and then bathe the elderly homeless people of our nation. After that I might have to go into a railroad tanker car that used to haul caustic materials and hand wash it with nothing more than a bucket of soapy water, a sponge from my own kitchen sink, and a jock strap. Or maybe I'd be the guy that has to stick his hand, shoulder deep, into some large animal's ass just to see if there is an object lodged in there that is causing discomfort to the beast... hmmm, well, on second guess - that last one isn't so bad.
I came back in from a lunch outside at a picnic table in the beautiful summer day that is this June 18th and I walked back to my cube. The room is cramped and stuffy, and the heat that pours from our faulty ventilation duct is oppressive. Fortunately they allow me to wear my light linen shorts that give me a bit of comfort, but unfortunately on my way back to my desk, my manager saw me.
He called me into his office and told me that the assignment that was due today, the one that he stressed, in a most redundant manner, was very urgent and needed to be done right away. The one that all week I had been trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to be doing on it, because I had no requirements. Well, he now sees that there need to be more requirements given to me before I can work on it. Hmm, that sounds similar to what I had been saying to him for the past week. I suppose it takes time for it to sink in. So in the mean time he is giving me another super important assignment that is even more important and needs to be done even faster. But he won't tell me what it is yet. Must be part of a secret plan. I sat here staring at an XML document, trying to figure out how I could manipulate the data to allow for multiple connections when before it assumed solely site-to-site... and all I wanted was to be dancing naked through fields of lilacs and butterflies, my cares long behind me and my smile a foot wide as I dance and dance and dance.
Anyway, the usual conclusion is the following two things:
1) I wish I were rich
2) never trust a monkey
blah blah blah
that was my official "waste of space" for the day.
carry on
That is a nice explanation of my work world. It could be worse, I could have to wake up in a bed full of broken glass after a night of sucking the syphilis infected cocks of dying midget lepers and then bathe the elderly homeless people of our nation. After that I might have to go into a railroad tanker car that used to haul caustic materials and hand wash it with nothing more than a bucket of soapy water, a sponge from my own kitchen sink, and a jock strap. Or maybe I'd be the guy that has to stick his hand, shoulder deep, into some large animal's ass just to see if there is an object lodged in there that is causing discomfort to the beast... hmmm, well, on second guess - that last one isn't so bad.
I came back in from a lunch outside at a picnic table in the beautiful summer day that is this June 18th and I walked back to my cube. The room is cramped and stuffy, and the heat that pours from our faulty ventilation duct is oppressive. Fortunately they allow me to wear my light linen shorts that give me a bit of comfort, but unfortunately on my way back to my desk, my manager saw me.
He called me into his office and told me that the assignment that was due today, the one that he stressed, in a most redundant manner, was very urgent and needed to be done right away. The one that all week I had been trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to be doing on it, because I had no requirements. Well, he now sees that there need to be more requirements given to me before I can work on it. Hmm, that sounds similar to what I had been saying to him for the past week. I suppose it takes time for it to sink in. So in the mean time he is giving me another super important assignment that is even more important and needs to be done even faster. But he won't tell me what it is yet. Must be part of a secret plan. I sat here staring at an XML document, trying to figure out how I could manipulate the data to allow for multiple connections when before it assumed solely site-to-site... and all I wanted was to be dancing naked through fields of lilacs and butterflies, my cares long behind me and my smile a foot wide as I dance and dance and dance.
Anyway, the usual conclusion is the following two things:
1) I wish I were rich
2) never trust a monkey
blah blah blah
that was my official "waste of space" for the day.
carry on

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