My weekend rant

This weekend has been tough.

My usual week of Monday thru Friday, making irrational demands upon my Gunthers to do what needs to be done had been interrupted.

My boss, yes, even I have my betters, make a request.

To dig out of the mound of bovine feces that another director had created.

Thus my travels to Portland proper this weekend.

After spending hours pouring over compliance paperwork, on Saturday when it would have been better spent swinging bike locks at people I despise, I spent an additional 11 hours with a department and staff (on a Sunday) making them dance like little monkeys.

But I did buy them breakfast and lunch so there is that.

I'm beat. But now I have to face a full week without rest, without a break, so I make a little cry.

But not so much. I get paid well.

And thus is the premise of my rant.


Dickwads online, and in real life want to get paid what I get paid without having to do the ####ing work!

You PANSIES!

STFU!

You whiney little bitches want a six-figure salary? The earn it bitches.


Life is tough. It's even tougher when you're a boss because now I have to deal with everyone else's stupid.

You want my office, little baby? Then you get to have my PHONE also that rings all the damned time! Work is hard, that's why you get paid for it.

If work was supposed to be fun, then people would do it for free.

I know this will probably get flack from the usual crowd so I'd like to end it appropriately.



I have large genitals, drive a better car, and have cooler hair than any one who would say anything negative.

a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

Here I figured you were only doing it so you could keep hiring younger and younger secretaries.

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

Here I figured you were only doing it so you could keep hiring younger and younger secretaries.

Somebody has to find Aug's virgin sacrifices....

originally posted by: Nyiah

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

Here I figured you were only doing it so you could keep hiring younger and younger secretaries.

Somebody has to find Aug's virgin sacrifices....

You'd think, but at his age that "young" secretary he hired is actually a 48 year old woman with a grandchild. So pretty useless to Augie. Unless she makes a good cup of coffee and is a pro at getting blood stains out of the old ceremonial robe.

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: Nyiah

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

Here I figured you were only doing it so you could keep hiring younger and younger secretaries.

Somebody has to find Aug's virgin sacrifices....

You'd think, but at his age that "young" secretary he hired is actually a 48 year old woman with a grandchild. So pretty useless to Augie.

No, no, not the ones he actually hires. I'm talking about the young, wet-behind-the-ears ones he interviews that disappear.

originally posted by: Nyiah

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: Nyiah

originally posted by: MisterSpock

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: MisterSpock
a reply to: DBCowboy

Wait.....you're still working...

Aren't you like 90 years old?

Close.

Gambling debts to the mob and an addiction to unicorn farts has made retirement impossible.

Here I figured you were only doing it so you could keep hiring younger and younger secretaries.

Somebody has to find Aug's virgin sacrifices....

You'd think, but at his age that "young" secretary he hired is actually a 48 year old woman with a grandchild. So pretty useless to Augie.

No, no, not the ones he actually hires. I'm talking about the young, wet-behind-the-ears ones he interviews that disappear.

If they are already wet behind the ears....seems he's a bit too late for them to be good mason material.

a reply to: MisterSpock


My assistant is Gunther, a sad German intern enslaved to me because he once made poor decisions.

He is my manservant.

a reply to: DBCowboy

originally posted by: Sublimecraft
a reply to: DBCowboy

My god, it's like looking in a mirror!

I used to actually work after hours and weekends unpaid.. because, if it didn't get done out of hours, it wouldn't get done in hours. I didn't mind, we had beer as all the managers had gone home. Overtime where I worked was like begging "Please sir, can I have some more!".. Still, many a Friday evening with enough motivational lubricant, we got it done.

And when you're responsible for migrating an entire department of computing lecturers over to a new system, involving getting new machines with updated software, it HAS to be as perfect as it can be to avoid the inevitable screeching and threats of physical harm come Monday morning. Impossible to do with the neanderthalls sitting at their desks whinging at you.

Even during working hours, the pay sucked.. the number of times I heard "Oh you're IT. You must get paid well!" was enough to drive me to drink... But I ignored it and drove myself.

a reply to: DBCowboy

Reading this made me quite sick to my stomach.

Oh well, this is internet. If it was real life, i would smack your tiny penis back to your fathers testicles.

I actually have a decent pay for doing basically nothing. And know other people too that are the same,

then i know people who work their (SNIPS) off and get nothing, they are just being used.

(SNIP)

a reply to: solve

You are a bitter person with bad hair and you probably cannot dance to disco.


I will toss nickels at you because I can.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: MisterSpock


My assistant is Gunther, a sad German intern enslaved to me because he once made poor decisions.

He is my manservant.

a reply to: solve

From now on, I shall call you Gregory and have you dance for me when I clap my hands.

Dance for me.

Dance for me, Gregory.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: solve

You are a bitter person with bad hair and you probably cannot dance to disco.


I will toss nickels at you because I can.

....Bitching because had to work through A weekend....

originally posted by: solve

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: solve

You are a bitter person with bad hair and you probably cannot dance to disco.


I will toss nickels at you because I can.

....Bitching because had to work through A weekend....

Not bitching.

Whining.

JESUS GREGORY!

GET IT RIGHT!

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: solve

From now on, I shall call you Gregory and have you dance for me when I clap my hands.

Dance for me.

Dance for me, Gregory.

Oh i am dancing, doing the chicken dance for you, cause i bet you are a chicken, with no feathers.

a reply to: solve

I am a delicate flower, a fragile innocent little blossom.

I am not poultry, Gregory.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!


I am not poultry.