Which Office Moron am I?
Whaddup, lil Janitor. I see you have a chip on your shoulder the size of Montana.
It's not enough that you have to watch those overpaid idiots go about their inane business every day on twice your salary, as you relentlessly clean up after them. It's not enough that they refuse to say more than a quick "hi" to you day after day, and never invite you on the office outings or give you so much as a Christmas card. But the things they leave in the toilet, on their chairs, across their keyboards and clinging to the outsides of their wastebaskets like snot to a child ...
... it's enough to make you shudder with grief and fury.
And shudder with grief and fury you do, behind their backs, in corridors and broom closets. Some day, you'll get your own back. But you're not going to play their underhanded games; you're not going to stoop to their stuffy little level. You're going to take the moral upper hand and screw them over one day so bad that they won't know what hit them. And until then?
Until then you wait.
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
It's not enough that you have to watch those overpaid idiots go about their inane business every day on twice your salary, as you relentlessly clean up after them. It's not enough that they refuse to say more than a quick "hi" to you day after day, and never invite you on the office outings or give you so much as a Christmas card. But the things they leave in the toilet, on their chairs, across their keyboards and clinging to the outsides of their wastebaskets like snot to a child ...
... it's enough to make you shudder with grief and fury.
And shudder with grief and fury you do, behind their backs, in corridors and broom closets. Some day, you'll get your own back. But you're not going to play their underhanded games; you're not going to stoop to their stuffy little level. You're going to take the moral upper hand and screw them over one day so bad that they won't know what hit them. And until then?
Until then you wait.
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.