Friday, December 17, 2004
goddam that little fucking mail prick. if i could get my hands around his little neck--
whoa, shhh, easy there, sis. i think you just violated three different workplace harassment codes. what's wrong?
jay, it's christopher. i can't stand that kid.
what did he do? aside from reelecting the president and sending the country down the drain and all, i mean?
well, i can't prove it of course, but i think he's been trashing my mail. not that i care that much. but he threw the stupid replacement part for the stupid copier at me the other day--
he threw it at you?
well, he didn't peg it or anything. but he tossed it to me on purpose when i wasn't looking, and it hit the corner of my desk and then fell on the floor. so when the guy finally came to install it, surprise, surprise, the thing was broken.
oh.
so now we have to wait until they can send a new one before we can get legible copies again.
oh. that's too bad. but it's not like you even care that much about the photocopies, do you?
that's the worst part. of course i don't. i shouldn't. they're photocopies of photocopies of bullshit, all just going to get filed and fester or get mailed out and tossed. but somehow it has become my responsibility to make sure everyone's soul-crushing busywork looks neat and presentable before it is immediately forgotten, and when it doesn't, everyone looks at me like i'm some kind of leper. more than usual, i mean. and they've forced me into this place where here i am caring about these stupid photocopies and stressing about the cancer-radiating machine that spits them out, which is just wrong. and it's all christopher's fault.
hm. i see, i guess. you used to be so nice to him, when he was an intern. that reminds me, didn't he have visa problems? i wonder how he got a job in the mailroom, anyway?
considering they mostly hire ex-cons down there, dealing with his paperwork was probably a walk in the park.
whoa, shhh, easy there, sis. i think you just violated three different workplace harassment codes. what's wrong?
jay, it's christopher. i can't stand that kid.
what did he do? aside from reelecting the president and sending the country down the drain and all, i mean?
well, i can't prove it of course, but i think he's been trashing my mail. not that i care that much. but he threw the stupid replacement part for the stupid copier at me the other day--
he threw it at you?
well, he didn't peg it or anything. but he tossed it to me on purpose when i wasn't looking, and it hit the corner of my desk and then fell on the floor. so when the guy finally came to install it, surprise, surprise, the thing was broken.
oh.
so now we have to wait until they can send a new one before we can get legible copies again.
oh. that's too bad. but it's not like you even care that much about the photocopies, do you?
that's the worst part. of course i don't. i shouldn't. they're photocopies of photocopies of bullshit, all just going to get filed and fester or get mailed out and tossed. but somehow it has become my responsibility to make sure everyone's soul-crushing busywork looks neat and presentable before it is immediately forgotten, and when it doesn't, everyone looks at me like i'm some kind of leper. more than usual, i mean. and they've forced me into this place where here i am caring about these stupid photocopies and stressing about the cancer-radiating machine that spits them out, which is just wrong. and it's all christopher's fault.
hm. i see, i guess. you used to be so nice to him, when he was an intern. that reminds me, didn't he have visa problems? i wonder how he got a job in the mailroom, anyway?
considering they mostly hire ex-cons down there, dealing with his paperwork was probably a walk in the park.
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