February 17th, 2004

Wedding day

Suppressing violent thoughts

Remember when that woman at work forwarded me an e-mail about "The All-American Bald Eagel?" She hasn't stopped. Granted that these messages eat up a very small portion of my day, but I don't care. This is not what I come to work for, and it aggravates me further to have learned this morning that she ignores requests to stop forwarding messages.

Today's forward was a photoshopped picture of Miss Piggy with her left nipple exposed, Janet-style. I hadn't thought much of the picture until a few minutes ago when a couple of my coworkers came over to my desk and suggested that we pass it on to her supervisor. I'm finding it really² difficult not to, especially since it's definitely not something to share around this particular office, and she sends things like this all the time. I don't want her fired, I just want her to cut it out. I don't feel like retaliating yet. We'll have to wait and see what kind of stuff she sends tomorrow.

Oh, sweet mother of something sweet that has a mother. I received new e-mail while I was writing that last paragraph, and guess who it's from?
  • Current Music
    Blue Öyster Cult -- The Revolution by Night
Wedding day

Urge to kill... rising...

While I'm pissed off, I might as well mention that I hate the following things:

  • The parking at Ward Brodt.

  • The fact that all the bookstores in town must be spying on my Amazon.com searches to make sure that nothing I want is ever in stock.

  • The guy at the polls who always stands next to his friend saying "I can't believe you're voting for Dean! I can't believe you support the casino!"

  • The volunteers at the polls who don't shut him up.

  • The fact that P.T. Barnum and matchstyx were right:
    Me: So are you voting today? Or have you already?
    Idiot roommate: Hay-ell no! Ah figgur ain't no Demmacrat gon' be better'n Bush, an' Ah figgur eff they turn Day-Joe-pay inta a casino, it's people's own damn fault eff they got a gamblin' problem, Ah tell yew whut. 'sides, Bush already got Saddam. Yew thank he ain't gon' git Osama?
    Me: Ah, have you been paying attention to any of the news about the casino?
    Idiot roommate: Naw, Ah bin watchin' Survahver.
    Me: No, I mean in the last few months, not just tonight.
    Idiot roommate: Ah sayd Ah bin watchin' Survahver. An' Th' Newlyweds.
  • Current Music
    Frank Zappa -- Jesus Thinks You're A Jerk