Blargh...
I didn't actually kill anyone at work today, but only because I was surrounded by cameras and video footage counts as evidence in court.
Instead I spend half of my evening daydreaming about throwing our very large HP-printer at the morons in front of me. Unfortunately I can't lift it on my own.
The majority of my customers today were impatient morons who combined barely had the IQ of a streetlight. I mean how hard is it to remember 2 numbers for 3 seconds? Apparently very, because when it's their turn to bet on the nice little doggies or horsies they suddenly turn into fish and stand there gaping and staring at the screen, or thin air, or my boobs.
Or to know what day it is? No Sir, you can't bet on all these games you've spent the last hour or so writing down, because guess what? Today's Monday and all your games where when? Is that a light bulb above your head? Yes, today is not Sunday, yesterday was. No, I can't take your bets anyway. Why? You ask. Because fortunately our software is moron proof and doesn't allow me to type in anything that has already started. Have a nice day and please fall down the stairs and die on your way out.
Ok, enough with the bitching. Here's this nifty collage thingie that's in every second entry of my friends list:
Create your own! By ga_woo
Instead I spend half of my evening daydreaming about throwing our very large HP-printer at the morons in front of me. Unfortunately I can't lift it on my own.
The majority of my customers today were impatient morons who combined barely had the IQ of a streetlight. I mean how hard is it to remember 2 numbers for 3 seconds? Apparently very, because when it's their turn to bet on the nice little doggies or horsies they suddenly turn into fish and stand there gaping and staring at the screen, or thin air, or my boobs.
Or to know what day it is? No Sir, you can't bet on all these games you've spent the last hour or so writing down, because guess what? Today's Monday and all your games where when? Is that a light bulb above your head? Yes, today is not Sunday, yesterday was. No, I can't take your bets anyway. Why? You ask. Because fortunately our software is moron proof and doesn't allow me to type in anything that has already started. Have a nice day and please fall down the stairs and die on your way out.
Ok, enough with the bitching. Here's this nifty collage thingie that's in every second entry of my friends list:
Create your own! By ga_woo