9:58am- Inability of other people to Google for themselves instead of emailing me to ask “what’s the address/phone number/PH balance of so-and-so” causes brain hemorrhage.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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All the ways I meet my demise on a given day. These scenarios play out as overly dramatic movies in my head daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute. Eventually, I suppose, one of them will be correct. Until then, this is how I died today...
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2 comments:
Cubemates -- Irish cubemates -- asking me "What time's the meeting, mate" when they have the selfsame fucking software I do, that shit killed me dead a long, long time ago.
How about colleagues who ask you to email them a document because they can't find it on the server, then save it where they can't find it and ask you to resend the document to them two days later. That has not killed me, but has come perilously close to three co-workers having died at my hand.
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