Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Whingy McFuckface

1. My boss is a pretentious twat, and while I would love to stab him in the wang with a skewer covered in wasabi, I can't help but feel a little twinge of sadness knowing that his family hate him, too. Different reasons, of course - he can't ponce around at home because his wife pwns him and she can't stand the fact that he doesn't have a spine. Ahh, affluence.
2. Two of my once-favourite co-workers are leaving. One is off to be a Funeral Director, and the other is weaning herself off full-time work to chillax with her newly adolescent offspring. They are now both officially lame.
3. Repeat first point x a million.
4. Repeat second point x 2. They're ok, I guess. At least they're not my boss.

How's your work situation going? It's been ages since I've actually cared asked. Sorry.