Friday, August 20, 2010

Nearly nothin'

All I've got this week pissing me off is the continuing, nearly constant low-grade nausea. I'm in too good of a mood--the ultrasound was yesterday, and we found out we're having a girl!

Have a good weekend, everyone.

4 comments:

JeffS said...

A girl, HH? FUCK YEAH!!!!

I'd like to rant about this piss ant, idiot, narcissistic manager here in the office. He's a fucking LOSER, with a capital L, retiring in a few weeks, and desparately trying to grab a golden parachute before then. He's trying to gin up post-retirement contract work by written reports that "justify" certain projects that he could conveniently do after his retirement.

Since he makes a box of rocks look like Einstein, these reports have all the intellectual depth of a dog turd on the truck lane on an interstate. I had to review one of these reports (written with the full approval of his supervisor, which gives you an idea of the quality of senior management in this joint), and it was all I could do not to stomp down to this cretin's cubicle to beat him senseless with a rolled up copy of said report.

That report is only 7 fucking pages long.....but somehow, this escapee from the dumbshit farm managed to conclude that someone needs to spend nearly SIXTY FUCKING MILLION DOLLARS on a project that will provide limited improvements, yet piss off a huge number of people. It's as though this fuckwad thinks he should be paid to flip the bird at the residents of two states. God knows it wouldn't be the first time.

How this mentally challenged moron managed to get to such a high paying position is a story much too long for this blog. Suffice it to say, he knows how to lock his lips to the right asses.

So, here's a massive, nuclear powered, up-the-ass-sideways FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU WORTHLESS MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FOR BRAINS SNOTFACE fuck off to this retiring manager. With the added hope that he doesn't get any contracts, and he fades off into the obscurity that he so richly deserves.

And his supervisor? That fuckhead needs to be dipped in bubbling cheese by his balls, wrapped up in discarded condoms, and launched into deep space, with an orbit that will drop him into the sun after 50 years or so.

Thank you for your time. That is all.

ricki said...

People who can't get their shit done in a timely fashion, and then come to me in FULL ON FREAK OUT MODE because they need my signature, or a letter from me, or some damn other thing and they need it OMG NOW!!!! because they were too much of an idiot to get it taken care of before the day it was due....

they can FTFO.

A failure to plan on your part does not constitute a crisis on my part. And you have NO RIGHT to be upset that I'm not in my office when it's not my posted office hours. I have 12 effing hours of office hours a week, surely you can find fifteen minutes in there somewhere to come and talk to me.

The Fifth String said...

Girl! Yay!

Kate P said...

Yay for Baby Girl!