Pissed off
that I have another batch of shitty projects to appraise that don't have all the information I need, resulting in me having to do someone else's job to ensure that I can actually do mine.

Honestly, the programmes only running for a year, you'd think the fucking coordinators responsible for getting the projects to me would have grasped the concept of "you need to get three quotes for costs" and passed this on to the applicants by now. But no.

*mutter grumble mutter*
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:14, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

You think that's bad,
I just sent an email, and it was undeliverable.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:16, Reply)

NO!
I'd give up now chompy. Switch off your computer and go to the pub before your weekend is ruined beyond all repair.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:17, Reply)

It's ok, it was only to a mate,
I'd spelt his email address wrong, all sorted now.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:19, Reply)

You mong
Spelling a mate's name wrong is worse than throwing a cat at a window. Iltehjordie will back me up on that.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:22, Reply)

You might as well have shoved a penny down your mates throat
before punching out three of his friends and then talked about fishing.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:35, Reply)

Put on your flappy coat and run up and down the office yelling "I'm Doctor Who! Get to the Tardis!"
And if anyone tries to stop you, claim they're restricting your human rights.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:22, Reply)

You could carry a hammer claiming it's a sonic screwdriver.
Use it to smash the locks of every door you see.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 11:29, Reply)