In Which I Complain About Crotch Rot and Other Things
When the boss is away, the peasants stockpile axes and spears.
First things first, on crotch rot: it sucks. I don’t really have any factual research to base this conclusion on, but I feel confident that my bold declaritive position will remain unchallenged for all eternity. It sounds uncomfortable, and it makes all your gear gross and stuff I’m sure. Studies show that crotch rot = no bangin hot genital collisions with the other sex, therefore I conclude that the condition is caused by a lack of bangin hot genital collisions.
Everyone, makes sure to maintain a high volume of bangin hot genital collisions to protect yourself from grossnasty crotch rot.
Second things second, you’d think a big (relative to me) corporation could manage a move without forcing all its employees to be stabbed in the anus with a poker forged from blazing hot solar plasma. I’m in freaking Texas, for god-lord’s sake:
Turn.
On.
The.
Airconditioner. (yes it’s oneword)
Also, were is my printer? Is it with my printer paper? I don’t know, because I can’t find either of them. Excuse me, have you seen my printer. It’s about the size of a really obese 4 year old child. It’d be sort of a sickly looking grey color, and be very unpleasant to deal with.
No? How about some printer paper. There’d be about 6 boxes of regular and 3 boxes of legal sized paper, white on the bottom with green lids. Be great to use for some freeweights if you were really really strong. And didn’t have any handy weights already.
Well shit. At least my laptop works great after IT abducted it while I was away and re-imaged the hard drive.
No? Excuse me, have you seen my files? You know, the ones with the excel macros built into them that I spent quite some time torturing my extremely primitive VBA skills to create? I’d like to issue an Amber alert for them.
Oh, and can some one figure out how to make this brand new flourescent light stop flickering? Great demon lord, I summon you from the pits of the maintenance department!!!
Third things third: Detroit Tigers game Wednesday night. Hope I don’t get mugged on my way there/back.
