Grrrrr...

It's just one of those days. You know, when you want to kill everyone you work with. My eye is twitching.

The receptionist is downstairs reading Danielle Steel and shirking her post office duties. Like a smuck, I offered to go if she was busy. Reading Danielle Steel means you are not busy. Get thee to the post office!

The boss has been acting like a princess throughout this entire server ordeal. I've been ignoring her because I don't deal well with high maintenance women who like to demand things. My normal course of action would be to tell her to fuck off and calm down, but she's my boss. I could get fired.

The accountant talks sooooo slooooow that I feel like my life is passing before my eyes whenever he asks me a question. I'll be sixty-seven before he finishes asking his question. Conference calls with him are the worst.

The estimator always bugs me. I don't know why. I want to pinch his head off his body whenever he even looks at me.

And I'm not even PMS-ing. That was last week. Maybe I have a PMS hangover.

This makes me feel better:
Sith Chicks
(I promise to never, ever read an NC-17 fic with Yoda as a main character.)