Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Today had ominous undertones from the start.

I just knew the vibes were getting weird, but I'd already committed internally to going in to work early. Just to properly prepare myself, I dressed in unrelieved black from head to toe--an outfit that says, "Be careful, I bite."

Stopped to get an adjustment and have my chiropractor shake his head in mute disappointment when he looked at how long it'd been since I was in. When he started feeling my neck, he was quiet for several seconds before he just said, in some amazement, ". . . Wow . . ." Electrical stim for me, and I fled, but not before he told me to decrease my stress. Okay.

Got to work and realized that one of the departments at work that drives me the most insane made a mistake that makes us all look like a pack of idiots to everyone in their field. That pleased me immensely. Not.

Also realized that I will be further delayed being able to barbeque a particular ass in molasses at work, which further frustrates me. I need to lay the smackdown on that kid.

And then it was email day too. Yahoo.

I was reduced to sending out emails to a couple of my friends at work, asking them to "stop by my office and meet with me on a non-urgent matter", just so I could see a friendly face--one that didn't want anything from me. Unfortunately, everyone I *wanted* to see was busy working or out of the office or something else equally nonhelpful to me. Bastards! :)

People are starting to notice my patterns at work. Yesterday I went to lunch with IT, which was hilarious. The service, however, sucked nut sweat. I waited over an hour for sugar for my tea, and we waited considerably more than an hour for our food. I had to speak with the manager because it was abysmal, and after that, he came out himself to check on our drinks and stuff. After he brought me a new tea in a fresh cup and I smiled sweetly at him as he walked away, the guy next to me says, "You're still raging pissed and you're being super nice to him to avoid reaching up and choking the shit out of him, aren't you?"

This is why I scare the piss out of people, and why, the more people know me, the more afraid they get.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Reputation can be a beautiful weapon. It often spills less blood.