Thursday, June 01, 2006

At work I have to deal with this idiot He's not just any idiot, he's a six-sigma continuous-improvement idiot. He refuses to follow procedures, and every single damn email from him has nearly every sentence ending in an exclamation point. Everything to this open mouth-breathing oaf is of utmost importance--his overblown self worth has him in the billions leaving Bill Gates and Warrent Buffet to stand in awe of his perceived personal value. Thus, because of this, every sentence needs punctuation! Big punctuation! He's important! Look at me mommy! I'm compensating and drive a convertable!

I imagine myself pummeling the hell out of him with a big metal exclamation point. It seems a fitting retribution for his excuse for consuming oxygen on this planet.