Aargh
Work is shit, I feel shit, the system is completely fucked, so I gave up on that problem and tried to print something I need to print, and the printer's fucked. I think the world hates me.

And even though I'm trying to fix everything I keep getting phone calls asking for new mouse mats, and telling me that the time displayed on the phone screens is 2 minutes fast, and other such pressing issues.

I feel like barricading the door of my office, going to sleep under the desk and hoping everything will be alright when I wake up. Or at least that it'll be 5.00 when I wake up.
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Thu 23 Oct 2008, 9:42, Reply)