Today's entry is positive, looking at it from my perspective anyhow.
Napoleon got into a minor car accident last night*. Mainly because he drives like a limp wristed squirrel on Meth.
Anyway this is bad for him yet good for me, and pretty much anyone near him who has a functioning ear drum. He's not at work and it's gloriously quiet.
*He's not even hurt so I'm not as evil as I may appear.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thrusday 28 May 2009
Apparently the memo that Angry Wednesday was moved to Thursday by-passed me. It all began in a non work related setting with the unmasking of the ‘Bus Stop Urinator’. This vile man has taken it upon himself to water and fragrance the bus stop with the refreshing smell of pee.
He unmasked himself by peeing openly while I was 5 meters away; he even managed to hold eye contact with me the whole time.
Work has been so generally “delightful” I cannot bear to even document it today.
To quote a friend:
“Piss at the bus stop and shit at work. What a wonderful combination.”
He unmasked himself by peeing openly while I was 5 meters away; he even managed to hold eye contact with me the whole time.
Work has been so generally “delightful” I cannot bear to even document it today.
To quote a friend:
“Piss at the bus stop and shit at work. What a wonderful combination.”
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday 27 May 2009
Napoleon has a coffee stain on his desk.
You don't see the point of that statement? Frankly neither did I when his voice, which must be controlled by some demon from the depths of hell, projected this insightful gem across at least 20 meters of office space.
Is it any wonder my brain tends to shut down after being exposed to this environment?
Napoleon is the coffee stain and the desk is the world.
You don't see the point of that statement? Frankly neither did I when his voice, which must be controlled by some demon from the depths of hell, projected this insightful gem across at least 20 meters of office space.
Is it any wonder my brain tends to shut down after being exposed to this environment?
Napoleon is the coffee stain and the desk is the world.
Wedensday 27 May 2009
Angry Wednesday seems to have struck others harder than myself.
Chumpy is in mood swing mode yet again. He seems determined to rub his foul mood all over me and after a brief argument about Polish cinema he might just succeed.
If misery loves company the guests today are truly high calibre.
The painfully slow pace of the day is not conducive to easing the pain of the salt mines.
Napoleon is trying to involve himself with people by letting them know that the poor woman that bore him has brushed up against a Swine flu patient. I suspect this might have been an unconscious attempt at suicide, not that she can be blamed considering the fruit of her loin. At least his claim of possible infection allows me to shoo him away in a comical way, hiding my claws for another day.
Chumpy is in mood swing mode yet again. He seems determined to rub his foul mood all over me and after a brief argument about Polish cinema he might just succeed.
If misery loves company the guests today are truly high calibre.
The painfully slow pace of the day is not conducive to easing the pain of the salt mines.
Napoleon is trying to involve himself with people by letting them know that the poor woman that bore him has brushed up against a Swine flu patient. I suspect this might have been an unconscious attempt at suicide, not that she can be blamed considering the fruit of her loin. At least his claim of possible infection allows me to shoo him away in a comical way, hiding my claws for another day.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Tuesday 26 May 2009
Was too traumatised by the prospect of facing this horrible place yesterday and made the executive decision not to attend.
Today on the other hand, I could not escape.
In a gesture of comradely I saved a seat for Chumpy next to me at our branch meeting (keep your enemies closer and all that jazz), he flatly and publicly refused my kind and sincere offer.
After some thinking, and many annoying events, I am contemplating the addition of a few more 'characters' to this journal. I do not seek them out. This place seems to be peppered with imbeciles whose only mission in life is to drive me to an early grave.
Enter Napoleon. Possibly the most grating social misfit ever to escape a womb alive. The pitch of his voice engineered by homosexual hating harpies. It is difficult to even begin to describe the daily detrimental effect this (so called) man has on my psyche. He floats around like the bad smell no one will admit to emitting. He is the fart in the elevator.
Today does not leave enough time to delve deeper but with Angry Wednesday about to dawn there will be plenty to feast upon.
(If all goes well *marmy *unt will make his first appearance tomorrow)
Today on the other hand, I could not escape.
In a gesture of comradely I saved a seat for Chumpy next to me at our branch meeting (keep your enemies closer and all that jazz), he flatly and publicly refused my kind and sincere offer.
After some thinking, and many annoying events, I am contemplating the addition of a few more 'characters' to this journal. I do not seek them out. This place seems to be peppered with imbeciles whose only mission in life is to drive me to an early grave.
Enter Napoleon. Possibly the most grating social misfit ever to escape a womb alive. The pitch of his voice engineered by homosexual hating harpies. It is difficult to even begin to describe the daily detrimental effect this (so called) man has on my psyche. He floats around like the bad smell no one will admit to emitting. He is the fart in the elevator.
Today does not leave enough time to delve deeper but with Angry Wednesday about to dawn there will be plenty to feast upon.
(If all goes well *marmy *unt will make his first appearance tomorrow)
Friday, May 22, 2009
Friday 22 May 2009
Chumpy is in a bit of a mood today.
My computer would not let me access an asinine program needed to perform my daily duties so asked Chumpy for his assistance. After much grumbling he finally complied.
My computer would not let me access an asinine program needed to perform my daily duties so asked Chumpy for his assistance. After much grumbling he finally complied.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday 21 May 2009......part 2
As suspected there is indeed more.
Chumpy is greatly enjoying the physical pain I am feeling (due to using my legs too much). My pain puts a great big smile on his face.
Chumpy is greatly enjoying the physical pain I am feeling (due to using my legs too much). My pain puts a great big smile on his face.
Thursday 21 May 2009
Today Chumpy told me I looked like I had a poodle on my head. He also managed to stifle my artistic spirit by discouraging my love of photography.
With two hours left in the work day there may be further developments.
With two hours left in the work day there may be further developments.
The start of something magical
It begins now..................
This blog will document the on-going work place harassment I am subjected to by my team mate. He is an evil man. In order not to ruffle any legal feathers we will call him Chumpy.
Chumpy looks innocent enough but underneath hides the evil black heart of a future Hitler.
I will use this medium to document the daily incidents that are slowly killing my spirit.
This blog will document the on-going work place harassment I am subjected to by my team mate. He is an evil man. In order not to ruffle any legal feathers we will call him Chumpy.
Chumpy looks innocent enough but underneath hides the evil black heart of a future Hitler.
I will use this medium to document the daily incidents that are slowly killing my spirit.
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