If anyone in this office is expecting me to do any work today, or tomorrow, they can go shit their pants.
Go file your own crap. I'll be on the Internets all day, thanks.
ETA: Speak of the devil....
Alphashark had the nerve to come to me and say, "I can't find the ZZZ file." Do I fire up my Spreadsheet o' Doooooom and pinpoint the location immediately? Ha. Without looking up from my Internets I say, "It's probably in the file room". And happily spend the next ten minutes listening to him blunder around the file room and call out, "[Mellow], where's that file? Who has it? I thought it was ..." blah blah blah.
OH HOW SOON THEY FORGET.
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