Dear Mr Miserable,
I know that working is not necessarily the most enjoyable thing for one to do with ones time.. but lets face it, being miserable does not help the day go faster, nor does it make that perpetual crink in your frown less apparent. But really, must you infect everyone around you with your plauge of disdain, barking your responces like a dog with rabies, foaming and frothing at the mouth.. or throwing your hissie fits like a 12 year old girl on her first period? Because,frankly, you make my stomach turn into a huge knot and glimpses of me gauging your eyes out with the end of my staple puller would seem like a day in the park.
Your miserable, I get it. But, hey, I am not the one that made you a middle aged man stuck in a job you hate just so your kids can go to the expensive catholic school and your wife probably controls your life in every way and you dream to be that young dead head pot smoking free loving dude you were back in the day.It is not, nor will it ever be my fault.. so get over it and get nice!
If not, best to keep your distance when I am pulling staples, because it is all fun and games.. well you know how that one goes.
With most sincere regards,
The Nice Girl
~~ Kat- who hates the fact that in spite of my desperate attempts to be nice to certain people they continue to feel the need to lash out on me and tell me how to do my job. UGHHHHH:(
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LOL! This was funny. I hate people like that. I love that my only coworker now is my dog. He stands guard at my desk and barks when a delivery man comes to the door. He's perfect. :)
okay, I had a huge giggle fit at this post! A+ for the blog of the day!
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