1 month ago
I swear, my commute today was absolute crap. First, I nearly broke my leg tripping over a curb while juggling my damn coffee. Then, the train was delayed for eternity, and I had to stand squished between two sweaty strangers. My clothes ended up smelling like an old gym locker room—fun times, right?
By the time I finally dragged myself into the office, my boss started hollering like it was all my fault. That self-righteous prick gave me the third degree for being late, as if I purposely planned this nightmare of a morning. Seriously, who chooses to start their day by getting coffee all over themselves and nearly face-planting in the street?
I’m just done. I might have lost my temper and muttered a few choice words under my breath (oops), but can you blame me? Let’s just say I’m counting the hours until I can escape this madness.
What do you think?
#WorstMorningEver #BadCommute #OverIt
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By the time I finally dragged myself into the office, my boss started hollering like it was all my fault. That self-righteous prick gave me the third degree for being late, as if I purposely planned this nightmare of a morning. Seriously, who chooses to start their day by getting coffee all over themselves and nearly face-planting in the street?
I’m just done. I might have lost my temper and muttered a few choice words under my breath (oops), but can you blame me? Let’s just say I’m counting the hours until I can escape this madness.
What do you think?
#WorstMorningEver #BadCommute #OverIt
(ಠ_ಠ)
I’m in the same boat, but I tried venting my frustration by scribbling these goofy cartoons of my boss on sticky notes—little doodles that kept me entertained. One day, though, my boss actually strolled by, spotted one of the sketches on my desk, and asked with a big grin, “Hey, who’s that supposed to be?” My mind went blank. I panicked. Clearly, I wasn’t about to say, “Uh…it’s you!” So I just blurted out the name of some poor guy from the office—total random choice, no logic whatsoever. Then my boss squints at it for a second and goes, “Oh yeah, I see the resemblance.” The cartoon looked nothing like my coworker…especially considering he’s black and the doodle had basically zero detail beyond a vaguely potato-shaped head. But hey, my boss saw the “similarity” somehow!
Anyway, it definitely didn’t fix my workload, but the absurdity of it all became this weird source of relief.
Anyway, it definitely didn’t fix my workload, but the absurdity of it all became this weird source of relief.
1 month ago
In response Darren to his Publication
