Dear everyone at work.
Please stop 'helping'. Please stop 'tidying'. Please shut the fuck up about hip replacements or holidays in Portugal. Please stop hovering over my shoulder, reading my mails. In short, please fuck off so I can actually do my job.

That is all.

EDIT: And stop getting locked in places and phoning the police. Or me. Just try not to get locked in. It isn't rocket surgery.
( TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:20, 8 replies)

Hmmm
I bet they all hate you.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:37, closed)

I wish they did
but they don't seem to.
( TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:40, closed)

Some....
.....people don't hate you :) Some people actually like what you do. And you do some good things sometimes.
( Fr_Jerry_McGwier looked over both shoulders at, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:42, closed)

well...
that just made my day. Thank you. I don't always get stuff right, but I do my best.
( TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:47, closed)

^
No problem friend. I have a few of the same traits as you and can understand occasionally. (Just occasionally mind, other times I say "FTW???".)

;)

Anyway, back to the big glass of red before I hit the hay.
( Fr_Jerry_McGwier looked over both shoulders at, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:54, closed)

I confess
I'm intruiged. Have you been reading my blog? I've never touted it on here. Or is my insanity obvious from posts alone?
( TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:59, closed)

Mum?
Is that you?
(Shinigami, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 1:59, closed)

Clean your room
and go to bed.
( TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 2:00, closed)