brain on verge of explosion
I HATE taking time off from work, simply because while gone, people fuck stuff up. Seriously, with two of us out, there's a 50/50 chance (or higher) of each individual managerial decision (or vendor decision) fucking up the entire work universe. And then we have to deal with cleaning up the mess.
Right now, I'm listening to two separate crazy-people rants on opposite ends of the hallway. I'm trying to keep my brain turned off, or tuned out, but it's hard when I hear things like "reload" and "tape drives" and "connection broken".
Seriously, it makes me wanna hide under my desk. They wonder why we're all like Nick Burns (your company's computer guy!) when they come to us AFTER they've fucked up the systems instead of while they're loading things.
And, I need a haircut, by the way. I'm tempted to try and get one on the way home. And then begin the cleaning/sanding/spackling I must do to prep the back room.