So does anyone have tips for quitting your job with style? You know, like George when he tried to get fired from the Yankees. Yeah, today was one of those days. I'm definitely itching to move on soon...
Let's just say I was actually thinking about getting on my knees and kissing - not just kissing - LICKING, with disgusting noises and even some heavy petting - the printer today for having its usual 'mechanical problems' (i.e., "print job needs resources"..."fuser warming up"..."please put paper in tray 2") simply because it KILLED 15 MINUTES OF THE LAST HALF HOUR OF WORK HELL today. Bless you, printer.
*sigh* So the haiku for this week is this: What person/piece of equipment/other evil aspect is the bane of your existence at work?
I obviously could go many ways with this. I'll do one to start...
if smiling i'm not
people stop and ask what's wrong
bite me, now move on
OR...
table in kitchen
stocked with evil concoctions
plot to keep me fat
Now you!













