Someone I dislike at work tried to explain something to me.

I am Jack's overbearing migraine.

They did a poor job of it and I'm not sure I'm doing it right.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

I might have to ask her for help again. I would rather be punched in the throat just so I could go home.

I am Jack's urge to kill. Rising.

*throws a fit* When the hell are they going to release The A-Team!!!

There is still no date listed on Amazon for the pre-order.

*sulks*

So, I overslept, just made it to work on time, found out that two people are out today, and now I'm eating my cereal at my desk with a fork because there are no spoons in this entire building.

Can I go home now?

If I have to be here at work this morning, first of the month, new software problems, the whole "we're all already an hour and a half behind on our work" sheebang?

Then I'm having chocolate cake for breakfast, by God.

...so I say bravo for me.

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