I may have to shoot either myself or everyone in the office.
They do one of those "Let's celebrate everybody's birthday on one day in that month!" deals because they're cheap careless bastards or something.
Today is "F"'s birthday. Or it's in March. Who cares?
Specially for "F", after they call over the intercom "Hey, come have cake EVERYBODY!" (special emphasis on EVERYBODY) they hand everyone a sheet of paper. On which paper is a filk. No, really. Somebody found a mangled version of "My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music" that pokes fun at old people and we had to sing the fucking thing for "F".
I hate offices. Like, three people in the office thought this would be the very pinnacle of "fun" and "comedy" and the end result is fifteen people mumbling off-tune trying to get through this excruciating exercise so they can have some goddamn cake already while "F" looks bewildered and the organizers of this travesty look vaguely put out that it doesn't match their wondrous vision of how this would end up.
I left without cake. I needed curb the urge to slay everyone involved with a File-O-Dex then bash my own brains out by slamming it repeatedly in the fire door.
What have I done with my life?
MM, when did you start working for Dunder Mifflin?
Looking forward to the Halloween Horror Nights install? It's only a few months away.
MM, when did you start working for Dunder Mifflin?
All offices are Dunder Mifflin. Dunder Mifflin is all offices.
Great C'thulhu, the ultimate Office Manager, sleeps in Deep R'lyeh awaiting the Quarterly Meeting at which point he will awaken and Downsize the Universe.
Looking forward to the Halloween Horror Nights install? It's only a few months away.
Ooh maybe it'll rain again
What have I done with my life?
obviously, you need more flare(TM)
Looking forward to the Halloween Horror Nights install? It's only a few months away.
Ooh maybe it'll rain again
That would be awesome.
No, I'm not kidding.
I am weirdly infuriated and depressed by this. My day didn't start off sucky enough, I have to deal with fucktard cow-orkers with Schiavo level brain liquidity chivvying me to sing some shitty song they found on the Internet? For some store-bought chocolate cake?
Seriously?
Where are the cameras? This can't be real, can it? Alan Funt is behind a wall saying "Dude, he looks like he's going to stroke out, go tell him it's a joke. Yes, 'right now', look at the guy! You wanna lawsuit on our hands?"
Right?
...
Right?
obviously, you need more flare(TM)
Suddenly THIS seems like a great blog title!
Thanks for the vote of confidence Laga.
I'm just so not trusting of my own judgment these days...
A ReWritten Life: Turn your drama into comedy and get your happy ending.
Maybe "ReWrite Your Life: Turn your drama into comedy for a happy ending" or "ReWrite Your Life: You can live happily ever after."
I think you need an active verb.
Doesn't anyone read Miss Manners anymore?
