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I’m in a really really really really fucking bad mood right now and I hate that I let work do this to me from time to time. It’s not the people because I love them. I love my peeps and I know we’re all in the same situation, it’s just that the shit rolls downhill and I’m sort of at the bottom of some of the hills. Not all of them, thank heavens, but still. There’s enough of it rolling on down to me. It’s just a really really really fucking bad mood after a day not so very different from any other day, to be honest. In fact, I am in such a vile mood that I have decided not to walk because it would likely annoy me or something stupid like that. And also, I’m sure I couldn’t listen to my beloved Kate Reading-narrated audiobook because I don’t think I’d enjoy it. That’s almost tantamount to replacing Kate Reading-narrated audiobook with this: KaTe Bush.

Seriously. That’s a bad mood.

Girls, d’ya think the sudden craving for Cheetos and chips and chocolate ice cream might have something to do with it? “Every girl knows about the punctual blues/but who’s to know the power behind our moods?”

And now back to your regular programming. catsuits & glitter’s much more fun when it’s all about the companions, inni’t?

Turtles at my desk, dude!
Turtles at my desk, dude!

And a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge thout-out to Weth for the little thelled guyth!

Please pay no mind to the unfortunate placement of Leonardo’s foot behind Raph.

Don’t you just wish HR really sent out letters like this, just so you could get a good laugh?

Three beeps means trouble's coming.
Three beeps means trouble’s coming.

Dear Employees:

It has been brought to management’s attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers.

Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.

We do, however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers.

Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative ‘TRY SAYING’ phrases have been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.

Number 1
TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF: You don’t know what the f___ you’re doing.

Number 2
TRY SAYING: She’s an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF: She’s a f___ing bit__.

Number 3
TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?

Number 4
TRY SAYING: I’m certain that isn’t feasible.
INSTEAD OF: No f___ing way.

Number 5
TRY SAYING: Really?
INSTEAD OF: You’ve got to be sh___ing me!

Number 6
TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with…
INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.

Number 7
TRY SAYING: I wasn’t involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF: It’s not my f___ing problem.

Number 8
TRY SAYING: That’s interesting.
INSTEAD OF: What the f___?

Number 9
TRY SAYING:  I’m not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won’t work.

Number 10
TRY SAYING: I’ll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF: Why the f___ didn’t you tell me sooner?

Number 11
TRY SAYING: He’s not familiar with the issues…
INSTEAD OF: He’s got his head up his a__.

Number 12
TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.

Number 13
TRY SAYING: So you weren’t happy with it?
INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.

Number 14
TRY SAYING: I’m a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF: F__ it, I’m on salary.

Number 15
TRY SAYING: I don’t think you understand.
INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.

Number 16
TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.
INSTEAD OF: This f___ing job sucks.

Number 17
TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?
INSTEAD OF: Who the f___ died and made you boss?

Number 18
TRY SAYING: He’s somewhat insensitive.
INSTEAD OF: He’s a pr_ck.

Thank You,
Human Resources

: work

I’m just not feeling it today; it’s really and truly only Wednesday and it feels like it should be two Mondays from now.

What really sucks? When I look at the clock, certain it will be half past ten, at least, and it’s more like quarter past eight.

Jeans and crazy, wild hair mashed up into a clip. This is my day today and will be my day tomorrow, as well. My office is a ghost town and I have been amusing myself by cleaning my desk and playing with my iPhone.

Since Monday.

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