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Feb. 19th, 2004
Damn you Murphy, and all your laws!
Feb. 19th, 2004 05:52 pmI should’a known better... After putting in an 11hr day at work, I headed north to game for 6 hours. My dwarf couldn’t say no to the promise of bloodshed, so what could I do? (well, besides ignore her and get some much needed sleep, but that’s beside the point.) Anyway, after getting to bed around 9:30, I was still able to squeeze in 5 hours sleep before work. And that’s when the shit hit the fan.
Literally.
It seems some inconsiderate fuck tracked dog shit into the office, noticed it, and decided to do that ‘scrape the side of the shoe to get it off’ thing at MY desk. There’s no telling who did it, or just how long it was sitting there before someone noticed, but by the time I got to work the entire area STUNK. And, on top of that, they used so many chemicals trying to clean it up, there’s a visible cloud of funk radiating ten feet in all directions, with my desk as ground zero.
So now I’m drag-ass tired and nauseated to boot. *grrr* Fuckers.
Literally.
It seems some inconsiderate fuck tracked dog shit into the office, noticed it, and decided to do that ‘scrape the side of the shoe to get it off’ thing at MY desk. There’s no telling who did it, or just how long it was sitting there before someone noticed, but by the time I got to work the entire area STUNK. And, on top of that, they used so many chemicals trying to clean it up, there’s a visible cloud of funk radiating ten feet in all directions, with my desk as ground zero.
So now I’m drag-ass tired and nauseated to boot. *grrr* Fuckers.
