Rarely, if ever, have I felt the desire to murder, dismember, desecrate, and then nuke the remains of a cow-orker for the steaming shit they poured into the bag I'm left holding quite so strongly as I do today over not one but two people.
They're probably getting some kickback for my having not slept last night, while working, not because of them, but because of two completely other employees of my employer, who we might as well add to the MDDN list, really.
My fury over this is tempered, slightly, and despite the fact that I'm actually still working Right Now (it's 22:34 local, by my clock; at least I'm at home at this point tonight… had just gotten home this time last night, and the night before, and Friday night last week, and…) by my working for a Bank, which means a modest annual bonus even for those of us in the technical fields, the pleasant value of which I was informed today. That and the fact that, because someone in HR is dumb, I'm some hazy kind of “hourly” right now, so I get 1.5x overtime for every hour over forty in a week which, this week, will probably be more hours than the 1x forty hours, never mind the $.
That was the white puffy cloud. The iron lining is that I'll be breaking the three digit hour mark again this week. What's this “life” thing?
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