Root of the Problem

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

"Hey, Female Boss, where the fucks the itinerary for The Professional? I put it here on the desk and the thing's gone now. You fucking moved it. Where is it!?"

"Hey, Female Boss, the fucking charts for Client, where are them? You take them and move them again? Stop fucking touching this things!"

"Hey, Female Boss, you rearrange the billing cabinet? Fuck, why you keep changing the organization of things? You're killing me."

That's right guys. We have a problem in the office when it comes to keeping things consistent. I am really not one to relate, I would imagine that most guys aren't really able to relate to this either. I mean, I don't think I have ever re-arranged a room that I lived in my whole life (pending a new piece of furniture or something significant of course). Once its set up its set up. Changing the look of the room for the sake of doing it tho, I'll leave that to goons on Trading Spaces.

Male Boss, much like myself, really despises the weekly and sometimes bi-weekly "work flow changes" that Female Boss makes during her bouts of ADD or, as most everyone else would recognize it as, avoiding work. Its not just functional stuff either, she throws things away that she admits to herself she has no clue what they're for. Of course these are the times that Male Boss gets the opportunity to sift through the garbage.

Male Boss had a talk with me right after New Year's about trying to get me on his side and when Female Boss goes on one of her rearranging streaks that I should say something. I give him a wink and a nod to let him know trusty Northe is always there for the team. So last week when Female Boss stepped into the office with hands on her hips with a cocked head - typical female dissatisfied with what she is seeing look - I sat at my computer and turn the office upside without a peep. Hey, just bcuz I am part of the Angry Time team doesn't make me a liar.

Male Boss gets back into the office, luckily she was on an appointment by the time he got back. I tell him that while I was on lunch break she must've made some changes. Male Boss is furious. This time, rather than something that was easily replaced by printing it out, Female Boss threw away some tax forms of his. Male Boss has had it. So he starts doing his own version of feng shui on the office. And by feng shui I mean taking anything with her name on it and throwing it into a garbage bag. Shortly thereafter, Male Boss is spent and leaves for the day. He turns to me and says goodbye without any regret or really any acknowledgment that he just spent the last half hour in a chaotic frenzy. I just sat back chronicling the situation, no problem.

"Have a goodnight, Male Boss."

The next morning Female Boss gets into the office around 11ish, as usual.. work starting of course at around 8 to 8:30. Male Boss still hasn't come in. The trash bag with all her shit in it is in the corner. I make no attempts to direct her attention to it while she is browsing paperwork obviously looking for something specific. Then the revelation, the lesson that Male Boss had been trying to communicate to her since I started working here finally sets in:

"I guess I better quit moving things around cuz I can't find anything either."

It wasn't for another day that Male Boss revealed the garbage bag to her. Sure it was in plain sight and sure I coulda told her but sometimes comeuppence is a bitch. I think Male Boss needed to really nail the point home. The question is if its actually gonna stick. If I know better its definitely not and look forward to writing another diddy about this type of scenario.

Lots o' In-Mails

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Hey guys. I am alive and work is kickin. I have a shit ton of stories sitting here at my side but I am pretty busy prioritizing. Yeah, who'da thunk it. Seriously tho, I am writing to let you guys know shit is cool and I appreciate the in-mails comin' in telling me to post. I will and they are top notch so its gonna be worth the wait. I'm likely going to get on a few stories to finish up the week and get back into the Angry Time swing of things.

In the meantime, ponder idiocy at its finest. Like that Jackass that California took a couple decades too long wiping off the face of the earth for calling on the murder of 4 innocent people. Yeah, you wanna hear the last few moments of that moron's life? Get this, Jackass, during his last meal, ordered food that was friendly to his diabetic lifestyle. You have a choice of about anything you want and you pick some sugar free tasteless bullshit? Why? Oh that's right, cuz you don't want to have a brush with death before you have.. a.. brush.. with.. death.... yeah, that makes sense. Good riddance you stupid piece of shit.

Second of all, something I can't gloss over, is the state of California. Yeah, we put to death the guy that arranged the killing of the 4 innocents. The guy that actually did the killing.. still on Death Row. Makes sense right? Welcome home Angry Timers.

More Disturbing Behavior

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

I can't explain why Male Boss is topping the charts lately. Maybe its bcuz when its busy here at work Female Boss makes sure she is a ghost. Whenever she is avoiding coming into work she loves to shop. I am sure most women here can relate. All of a sudden she has a life accompanied with a new wardrobe.. must be nice. Why make money to buy more things with when you can go into debt, right? That snide comment was not directed at ladies, just merely pointing out how stupid people in general are. As I usually do. True to form. Always consistent. Oh..

So with her gone, more daily tasks fall on my lap. No biggie, just leads to more angry times. This time, our server is on the fritz. The server is located in the living room, on the other side of the sitting room. I am no computer guru but I know enuff to figure out the most basic of problems before having to call up someone like faithful Angry Timer, Spheric, to talk me thru the dilemma. This time I didn't have to use a life line but it would require about 20 minutes of crap to get things up and running again.

From the corner of the living room I get to see 3/4 of the TV screen which leads me to slack that much more. Screw it, they can't say I am taking too long. If I call in the tech guy they're gonna be out a couple hundred bucks easy. I am in the power position here. Being as it is, I ask Male Boss, who is watching TV in the sitting room, if I can let in one of the dogs.

"Not a problem, Northe. I don't give a fuck. Just bring in only one."

"Roger that, sir."

I crack open the sliding glass door and in flies Puppy. Damn it. Woulda been better if Pigfoot charged in first but we can't win em all. She dashes around and greets me. I play with her for a few but she's pretty boring so I shove her aside before long. Everything is cool tho, another distraction for when I need it. I get back to my shit, considerring its probably been near 30 minutes and I really haven't done anything at all I should start to focus. Sometimes I wish I didn't have a conscience.

Time passes, I am about done with it, see that there's about 8 minutes till the next hour and make a mental agreement with myself that I won't finish it up till after the hour. I recline back and continue watching television. From the corner of my eye I see movement, I am into the program so I don't alter my field of view.

Damn it, what the hell is that?

I turn my head and get that sinking feeling again. I get to see Puppy latched on and dry humping the shit out of Male Boss' arm, for the second time. She takes a break. He lightly smacks her around the face and she starts up again. Male Boss loves it. He doesn't see me. I am at a strange angle. After about 20 seconds I get my shit done, go to the restroom and wash myself clean. If anyone needs me I'll be in the fetal position, rocking myself to sleep in the corner of my room.

Name Recognition

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Name recognition. Its not that difficult right? Our fondest animal companions get it. So who of the Angry Time office would find this difficult to grasp? Hopefully the answer is firmly in your head by now. Indeed, Female Boss.

Its all too frustrating to recant in drawn out script so let's just dive right in.

"Hey Northe, is Martin, Marcus?"

"What?" I ask confused.

"Martin, our client. Is he Marcus?"

A small light goes off in my head thinking that maybe she is trying to say a joke. So I kinda chuckle and dismiss what she is saying. Then she comes back at me with the same question.

"So is he?"

"No," I say, "They are two different people."

I mean am I really having this conversation? Do I have to explain to a grown woman how two different people have two names and even tho they may be phonetically similar they are still two different people? Is this real? Am I a fucking paragon of intellect or is this complete insanity? How does one get this far in life without having a grasp of this simple concept? I really don't get it. Oh and it didn't end there. In fact, irony struck, Marcus calls and Female Boss makes sure to give him a dose of complete idiocy.

"Hey Marcus, I'm sorry but are you Martin also?"

I can only imagine the deafening silence on the other end of the line. It lasts for a good five seconds, maybe longer than that. She finally backtracks a bit and tries to make a save.

"I mean, is your email address MTobias@whatever.com?"

She listens, then says, "Oh ok, you're MWilson. Sorry."

So not only does she still have a hard time with name recognition but apparently I am viewed as a complete moron in her book. My answer to her question did not suffice. Basically, she felt that further exploration into this subject was needed to arrive at a final conclusion. Pretty fuckin depressing that I can look at her the same way she looks at me. Its that, or she doesn't have the mental capacity to be that discerning. Chances are the latter is correct based on the former.

Seventeen!

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Holy shit, some peoples' kids! Over the weekend a couple of my friends and I go into the champion of most burger places, In N Out. For those of you sad sacks that don't have In N Out on your side of the country imagine a hamburger dipped in heaven. That sums it up. Hands down fantastic. For those that don't know, next time you go order your burger "animal style" or if you're lookin to save yourself a few calories, go "protein wrap." These are unwritten on their simple menu but nevertheless worth their weight in pickle brine.

In N Out is typically a drive-thru experience. You kill about 20 minutes in the car with your buddies while you wait in a slow moving line but the payoff is good eats. However, today would be different. The line for the drive-thru was a good 20 cars deep which is roughly 45 min. We said fuck it, we order now we eat sooner.. so we went inside to order our burgers. Whilst in this fine dining establishment, which is packed to the hilt per the norm, I see some lady in a wheel chair waiting for her order at the counter. I can see that she is obviously perturbed, more reason to point her out to the friends and laugh.

An employee drops down two boxes of burgers, reads off the numbers 22 and 24. The lady lets out an audible sigh. We crack up. 22 comes up and takes her order.

The employee says out loud again, "24."

The wheel-chaired woman comes back with, "Seventeen!"

This is going to be great. We all start laughing. Much to her chagrin I am sure. Like I give a shit, what's she gonna do? I can easily overpower her, right? So we continue to laugh.

The employee drops off another order, "23."

The lady in the wheelchair strikes back, "Seventeen!"

Time passes, "26, 27."

"Seventeen!"

At this point we have a few others following our horrible example of human nature and making the scene that more negatively charged. Good shit people, prey on the weak. The best is that the employees are absolutely and I mean completely ignoring this poor lady. I realize that I am completely surrounded by idiocy, as I am everyday, so its really nothing new.

"25, 29."

"Seventeen! Seventeen!" she yells waving her receipt with order number printed on it over her head.

Physicality is a great sign to realize a person's up and coming breaking point. If you ever are in the business of wanting to know when a person is losing their cool, watch their body language. Her's has become verbose and is borderline vulgar. The In N Out employees are in her head officially now as they keep shuttling back and forth from the kitchen.

"28."

"Seventeen!"

We finally are up to place our order. The girl that is taking the orders has been grinning at us the entire time as we make jokes about that poor lady. Typical of Angry Time, I never allow others to really feel like they are "in" with the joke. So, in asshole fashion I place my order to her smiling and giggling under her breath and tell her, "Seriously, help the frikkin lady out. Enough is enough."

Her smile fades to scorn. What? Don't like being told that someone is suffering within the realm of your own control? Do your fuckin job and if its not your job call out the person who's job it is. Angry Time guys, its a way of life. Fuck everyone. You haven't been paying attention.

"30, 31."

"Seventeen! Seventeen! Jesus! Seventeen! Hello!?"

As I walk by the lady, to fill up my beverage cup, I say nice and loudly to my friend, "Fuck. Order 44. This is gonna take forever."

The jig is up. She's had it. No more guff.

"Seventeen!"

"33."

"Seventeen! Give me my order, where is seventeen!? My seventeen!"

Finally a guy comes out. He's a kid like everyone else working there. There is no visual sign of a "manager" per se. Everyone is the same age. He takes her order and scans the counter. There is nothing on the counter. Its like someone hid her burger and fries. He literally spent 15 seconds scanning three feet of counter space. What the hell! Get the lady her fuckin order!

Five more orders come out before the lady gets her shit. She was so huffy and puffy it was a perfect sideshow. Comeuppence did have its day tho as my order got switched with this other guy's. Delayed my lunch by a good 10 minutes. Damn you Burger Gods.

No Time Fer Thinkin'

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Over the past couple weeks Male Boss is starting to try my mountainesque patience. Its the whole personality trait that is ask before you look. Do you know the type? Those frantic asshats that hold the codex of answers in their very hand yet ask you the questions anyway? Fortunately for my blood pressure, 9 times out of 10 the codex was prepared, written and stamped by me so when he does ask the question within his grasp I fly off the handle. Is it truly that challenging to take a moment and glance at the report that is prepared before you? Is it a necessity to ask questions that have answers inside said report? If so, why not just tell me to memorize the report and when it comes time to ask a question I have all the answers anyway. Save a tree, you fuck.

Now, I bet half you Poindexter's are wringing your hand at me and talking about record keeping and all that bullshit. Let me queue you in on something. I am not lining up the rubber letters and inking the printing press, you clod. These reports are generated from a computer that has all the information to begin with. Entered, checked and double checked by me. Thats our record. So why print the bullshit? Its nonsensical.

However, like everything living, I have learned to adapt. Nothing makes me happier than seeing people grasp for straws when laziness and easy answers are all they seek in life. My attitude is fuck you and your lazy ass. So now, rather than giving the answer I have taken to the school of so many incompetent working people slathered around the globe. The School of I Dunno. With the caveat that I do actually know the answer, hey I can't turn into a mindless slug yet, I have minored in the prestigious business program called Its In There.

"Hey Northe, what was the net income for Client X this quarter," says Male Boss flailing around the printed answer in his hand like an adolescent chimpanzee.

"Oh I dunno, but its in there."

"Oh."

"Oh," mother fucker? "Oh?" What do you mean, "Oh?" You said for me to print the report for that specific reason, you wanted to have the actual piece of paper in your hand so you know its 100% accurate, you wanted to see that shit in black and white but its "Oh really, the answer to the report is on the piece of paper I asked you to print?" By Thor's fuckin hammer, you piece of shit. It'll be "Oh" when I take this ballpoint pen and cram it between your 3rd and 4th vertebrae too, jackass. When I break it off in there I bet that'd be "Oh" too wouldn't it, you fuck?

Look. All I'm saying is do your co-workers a favor. Think a little. Use yer damn brain. Better yourself and take pride in what you do rather than assimilating to the inadequate brain power in your office that couldn't heat up a pop tart. Fuckin' read before blurting shit out like a woman in In N Out screaming for her burger. Make sense? No? That's cuz it'll be the story for tomorrow.

Hmm, On The Topic of...

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Do you know my friend, Chakhtee? On the topic of New Year's Resolutions, the fuckin king of mankind, Chakhtee, came in on Friday with the greatest shit I have heard in a long time. First off, we all know the guy is certifiable, his brain is fried six ways from Sunday. I believe Male Boss has been speaking with a tailor to get this guy fitted for a straitjacket and Friday happened to give Male Boss the gumption to finally place that order.. let's discover why.

Friday was hectic, work for business liaisons is insane this time of year bcuz of all the people coming into town on vacation and coupling that with some good old fashioned American powerhousing. It was serious business time when Chakhtee came in and I couldn't have asked for a better scenario to give me a break. This fuckin guy. Damn it, there needs to be more of him.

He comes in with a monkey suit on. If you know Chakhtee, dressing up for him is a fuckin sports cap. I wanna bust out laughing from the get cuz the suit this guy is in is likely circa the year of the pirate. A frilly shirt would have made this character look better than his off pink-blue pin striped long sleever underneath the tattered smoke gray, two sizes too short, flood waters on the breach pants complimented by cracked imitation leather wingtips. The thing is, this guy thinks he's top notch, he came in with an air comparable to that of The Professional. Lemme tell you something, Chakhtee is no Professional. He's Count Chocula at best.

As for the reason why he's wearing his Sunday Best is bcuz he comes bearing a stack of papers and a New Year's Resolution I would have never seen coming:

"Male Boss, good morning," he starts.

"Chakhtee, why wearing this suits?" asks Male Boss.

"Well, considerring its New Year's I think its time I give my script another try,"

"Script? What the fucks you talking about?"

"I have a movie script that was getting some good play two years ago and I think this might be the year its going to be picked up."

Guys. I didn't even know Chakhtee could write. The fact that he put together a string of thoughts into coherent writing is beyond the scope of what I thought he was capable of. I could very well stand corrected on my lowly assumptions of the guy.

"Let me see this," says Male Boss as he grabs it from Chakhtee.

"Well, yeah. That's what I came to do, take it, check it out, if you guys meet anyone in the business in the next several months pass it along. When you see who I have in mind for the leading role you will see that it might be the prime time to sign him on a deal. Oh and I can make more copies if need be. I gotta run and drop off some scripts downtown. See you guys."

As soon as he leaves, the magic happens. Female Boss emerges from the back room after listening and apparently laughing her ass off into a sweater with the thought that Chakhtee had a movie script that he was actually going to distribute to legit companies. Then again, the man said that it got some fair play. Little may you know, everyone that is in California for the business of movies, singing, anything in the entertainment business, getting attention for your "talent" is as credible as Tookie Williams being nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. Got it?

Everyone has their story about how they almost got signed to that multi-million dollar movie deal or whatever the fuck. Sure, jackass. In the meantime I whittled a toothpick out of a tree trunk. Idiots, gotta love em.

The script? Ok, the script. Picture, if you will, a mish mosh of old timey off yellow typewriter paper that we used to use typing class in high school. Yeah, that's how old we are, accept it. Then, imagine that the script is 27 pages long. A movie, 27 pages long! Now I admit, I am no compendium of knowledge when it comes to movie writing but I guaranfuckingtee you that 27 pages isn't ample to throw together the script for Disney's The Kid. Then, with a little thumbing, I realize that 5 of those pages are original Chakhtee artwork.

The only thing comparable to Chakhtee artwork is HMT's. The difference is, HMT doesn't include arrows in his artwork pointing to a guy with the words "Brad" and "Pitt" connecting that arrow. Pretty much right there I started busting a gut along with Male Boss and Female Boss. We hadn't laughed that hard in a very long time. Chakhtee brought us together with his brain farts fit for a colostomy bag. Ah, poor guy. I don't want to share the script with you guys cuz it is his intellectual property but I'm sure, while you sit there bored at work, you can think of similar recockulousness on your own. Classic Chakhtee at his finest.

New Year's Resolution Time

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

I realize that this is the time of year to buckle down, take a deep look within at yourself and start making some changes for the better. I usually don't do it. I usually think its pretty lame. Reason being is that if you aren't at least matching your own expectations, your typical expectations, then there is something wrong with you. Understand what I'm saying? Every person has their own expectation everyday for themself. Go to work, run errands, do something that is planned.. even if relaxation is part of that expectation the thing is you do it. Meeting goals, reading a book, completing a project, what have you are also parts of this. Sure you can make a New Year's Resolution to say: I am going to do this project, but when you're done with that then what? You met your resolution and you have nothing left to strive for? Of course not. Hence the stupidity of it all.

However, I have found a silver lining when it comes to the New Year's Resolution. This is something that is much like a lifestyle change. You know how people say that they want to eat less, exercise more blah blah blah. Well, why should one limit oneself to something so finite? There is a favorite saying of mine that I learned from Sensei Clause and its time to take back the saying and apply it once again to my life. HMT will recognize this as soon as I say it and I know he knows that when I say it, that Northe's life, my life, is about to change drastically.

"If you wish to drown do not torture yourself with shallow water."

Think about that. Do I even need to expound upon it or explain it to you? I hope not bcuz I won't. That statement, that one statement turned me from an above average martial artist to an exceptional one. That statement stepped up my participation in my daughter's life from weekend time commuting several hours away to moving back to her neighborhood and getting to be with her as many days as possible week in and week out. That statement changed my life. Actually, no. It was not the statement that changed my life, it was through my actions that I changed my life. Yet that statement tapped into me significantly enuff to make me realize what the hell my duties are and that I should not only want to perform my duties but excel in them.

Over the years since then, I look at my right-hand warrior in life, HMT, among other soldiers that I would jump on grenades for and think to myself: Somewhere along the line I have become soft. Hardened and tried in the realms that I moved back to my neighborhood for; my daughter, academics, mental toughness, family. Soft in the realms that I had championed during the days of college; martial arts, physical toughness, being an upstanding citizen. The question is if I can handle the sum total of what I expect of me? Its rather stupid, but its a necessity to get all encompassing in the things we want to change in our lives before we can change them. Which brings me to my next quote.

"Rule #76: Make no excuses and play like a champion."

Know where this comes from? The Wedding Crashers and it couldn't be more appropriate for how I have always lived my life. However, I know at this time in my life I do not abide by Rule #76. I preach Rule #76 to others, yet I have stopped practicing it. The best comedy in recent years, if not all time, was able to do what the previous quote did for me some 8 years ago. With those two quotes, understood and applied, I don't think anyone can become a shadow of their once former, and greater, selves.

The catch is that you have to want it. You have to have the urgency to accomplish whatever it is. If you have no drive, no will, no determination then you cannot possibly win. This is a fact. So, to all the New Year's Suckups that want to hear resolutions or spout out their resolutions knowing that they are something worthy of a monthly checklist, do something monumental. Push yourself. Slacking and turtling from greatness is what the writings in this blog speak out against most. I have gotten fat and happy in my comfort and the time has become to become harder and angrier regarding my current state so that not only will I achieve more than what I am capable but that my work here is that much more top notch. Winning is everything and when it comes to those that I surround myself with, everybody wins.

There and Fat Again, a Pigfoot's Holiday

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

This one is a long time coming. This is the first time-sensitive experiment within in the realm of Angry Time. It was probably a lot more fun for me than the majority of you will find funny, entertaining or even interesting; however, since I have won your hearts you will read this anyway. I thank you.

A little background on this experiment was that last year, the start of last winter to be more accurate. Our pal Pigfoot had a bit of a weight problem. The vet had pointed out to Male Boss that he needs to put him on a specific dietary kibble to thin him out. Male Boss took this very seriously and won over Female Boss in participating in the fight against canine obesity. He ended up losing the weight and went back to being a very fit dog. Toleration of such a tragedy was not an option.

This winter, after brain storming with a fellow Angry Timer known as Gatsulu or just plain Sulu, we come up with a plan. We decided that this year would be the fattening of Pigfoot under the nose both Bosses and it would be a long term effort.

Date of Idea: 21st of October
Game Plan: Excessive amounts of dog treats and extra meals
Experiment Window: Ideally until the 1st of January
Measure of Success: Girth, in inches, of Pigfoot's waist
Secondary Goal: Perform under complete secrecy

Game on:

Date of First Measurement: 24th of October
Girth: 9 1/4 inches
Primary Source of "New" Diet: Any dog treat available

Random Facts:

Most Treats: 17 treats in 10 minutes
Runner up: 14 in 11 minutes
Most Consecutive Days of Treats: 8 work days
Days Treats Were Consumed: 31 of 46 possibe days

Result:

Date of Final Measurement: 4th of January
Girth: 11 3/8 inches
Result: Success!

The success was not only that over two inches were added to Pigfoot's waist but that it was done so slowly that neither Boss really noticed until the last few weeks of the year. In fact, with the extra storage of fat, Pigfoot was more active unlike last year when he was akin to Jabba the Hutt in physical activity. There were two bonuses that I would have never foreseen in this experiment. First, was this story about Pigfoot and how the added fat infected his thought process. Second, and definitely the most remarkable, is that I could have very well made Pigfoot fatter than last year!

I noticed this when one morning I came in and went out back to go play with the dogs. Pigfoot came up to me knowing that I would have a few treats in my hand, when he looked up into my eyes I noticed a roll of fat the size of a pecan log on the back of his neck. Holy crap! I hadn't noticed this ever before. Unfortunately it was toward the end of the experiment that it really bulged when he would look up. Nevertheless, it formed and it is glorious. The bad news is that Male Boss wants to get Pigfoot back on the dietary food. I will not interfere, my job is done and it was awesome seeing Pigfoot morph into a festively plump Christmas Time companion. I win.

Last Day of '05

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

How'd you spend your last day of work for '05? Me? I spent it in typical Angry Time fashion. Basically, Male and Female Boss decided to go to an All-Day Spa Treatment and while they were being pampered like spotted owls I was making sure that everyone on the face of the planet was either on vacation or simply not working. My final observation was as I expected: No one called, no one gave a shit. Its holiday time and a Friday.

However, there is never a total loss of time when it comes to me. So in the void of responsibility I decided to do some choice faxing to my favorite Socialists in the California government, like Fabian Nunez. If you had to work on Friday, I doubt it was as productive as I made my Friday.



On that note, Happy New Year.

Those Days

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Yeah, you know the days I'm talking about. The angry days, the ruff and tumble days, the Vietnamese tiger trap ying-ying days. The ones that make you wish that when you got out of bed to be in a camp on the outskirts of medieval war. The days that all you want is some petty excuse to send a blunted axe into the skull of choice people that just happen to make your day, this day, painfully idiotic. The days where you can no longer look past the ignorance and nonsensical spasms most people on this earth describe as performing in their job. The days when Casual Friday, or for some of you asshats Beer Drinking Friday, would be the perfect day to serve up some Molotovs and watch the pretty lights. The slow, sweet drip of flesh taking on a form of magma from the faces of the, soon to be, former wastes of space in the world days. The type of day when I would usually sit back with that estranged grin on my face pitying the peons rather than wishing ill upon them. "Those days," the had enuff days, the down to throw down days, the pike to the gullet days, the bare knuckle bruiser days. Yeah, you know the days I'm talking about.

Fuck it all. The days that when you are sitting on the computer most of the day. The days when you're busting your ass to only reach a series of hours with nothing but sitting on your thumb to pass the time. The days when an hour of work gets wiped from the program you're working in when you knock the phone over. The falling phone smacks down on the keyboard, hits the perfect keys in exact order or in unison to send a rift into the stability of the machine. The days when no one seems to speak english correctly. The days when that tick of the clock should be a ticking package laid out on the front door of that client that makes life shit, this day, due to their incompetence. The screwdriver to the eye days, the bat to the shin days, the ball peen to the clavicle days, the pickaxe to the spine days. Fuck it all.

Rage in the head. The days when there isn't a fuckin thing going on but you have to work the full 8. No point in staying except for the hatred to generate and spread like a mephitic mold. The days when your time spent organizing and optimizing turns feckless due to the inability of superiors, lessers and peers to be able to adapt. The days when no one seems to get the most basic of concepts. The days when nothing but a grenade launcher could solve traffic woes. The days when a little nuclear fallout could solve that checkout nightmare at the grocery store. Rage in the head.

I love "those days." The putting everything into perspective days. The days that are so sparse and scattered that you know if they repeated more often you might well very be one of the globulous slugs that mix and mingle forming that mass of retardation we refer to, kindly as, "humanity." The days that make hanging out with friends and family that much better. The accomplishment days, the milestone days, the big payoff days. The days when you see your daughter turning into a brilliant person. The days when she has her two best games of the year during soccer playoffs, when it counts. That feeling of pride when she brings home nothing but As and Bs. The days when you can see self-pride in her eyes when she knows she's accomplished something great. Bring "those days," but bring them scarcely, cuz without "those days" I would never know how good I've got it. I love every single day.

Here's to another great New Year.

Boss Warfare

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Sidebar: No post tomorrow guys, last post of the year will be Friday. So don't in-mail me. Jerks.

In the hopes that the verbal sparring that has been happening of late between these two warriors of mental prowess, Male and Female Boss are getting a new series. Similar to that of the 'Shorts you have grown to love these will take on the same form. Enjoy.

Scenario #1: Male Boss is in a great mood. Female Boss.. not so much. Male Boss knows this and loves to prey upon her. Call it a little well-to-do ribbing. Female Boss would call it something else but thats not important.

"Hey, Female Boss you want to help me with some sandwich?"

"Oh God," she cries out. "Just stop trying to speak English, its not working."

"Why you like to give a hard time on me? I just want you to help me make a salad."

"Sandwich or salad? You don't even know what the word is you are looking for."

"Fuck it, I am going to order some pizza. Do you want?"

"I don't give a fuck what you do."

His tone turns to mocking, "Oh, you don't give a fuck? You don't give a fuck. You will give a fuck when I am licked the grease from my fingers. That's right, pizza! Northe, we are getting pizza, three of them. Lets go!"

Male Boss wins this in my book. I love it when hes happy.

Scenario #2: Female Boss is in need of some Male Boss assistance. A typical everyday scenario for you or I, turns into an atypical fiasco. Here goes:

Female Boss, "Can you help me write a proposal letter to a client to expand our workload with them?

Male Boss, "No way. No way, I think its a lunch hour and it can wait."

"I am not talking about this very moment, later on today."

"I don't know. Its a lot of work and I am not thinking of this client like you do. All the time trying to make them happy, they do very little for us."

"Which is why I want to write a proposal letter to them."

"I said it. Not now, I am not thinking of this client like you do."

"Why do I even bother? You don't even know what you are trying to say."

"Would you let me eat!"

"You are so stupid, look at what you eat. It sure isn't brain food."

"Fuck you."

For those interested, he was eating a bag of potato chips and crackers with butter. That's a pretty basic lunch for him unless he orders take out. I think she got him on that one.

Scenario #3: Female Boss is trying to claw at something that, in some circles, could be mistaken for a sense of humor. It turns out, with a sense of humor like hers, she could have been a star on shows like Small Wonder, Full House and well I really can't think of worse shows than that growing up. Oh well.

"Hey, Male Boss, what do you call a lazy slob that hates to do work?"

Sharp like a ginsu, Male Boss answers the way she phrased the question, "A lazy slob that hates to do work?"

Female Boss is miffed. She stammers. Stumbles. Then comes back at him, "What do you call him? Do you know?"

"Stop raping me. What idiot? What do you call him?"

"Male Boss."

"YYYYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" cheers Male Boss. He continues, "You're very energetic and wasting my time, why don't you call your cousin to cool you down. Cuz its Feliz Navidad Time, right Northe?"

Yes, Male Boss, yes indeed.

Cause For Concern

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Well, maybe not so much a cause for concern, rather a possibility that, if it comes into fruition, could be the craziest component to enter the realm of Angry Time for as long as I can remember. Do you know my friend, Chakhtee? Well, if you're a loyal Angry Timer, you remember this post and how in the beginning of that story I touched on this festive pet of Chakhtee's, Dunkirt, the piglet. Fuckin Dunkirt, damn it, he's quite possibly one of the funnest pets I have ever played with. Basically imagine a super intelligent dog and that's how Dunkirt is, except he is puppy sized. So much fun.

Well, Chakhtee, as I have mentioned before, isn't the best with his money. His latest financial problems have caused him to quite possibly look to give up good ol' Dunkirt. To my surprise, Male Boss and Female Boss mentioned in passing that they might be willing to take him on. Nothing is certain yet, there is nothing in stone but I have good feelings that we may absorb this animal. This would add a new dynamic to the office.

For one, there would be an upgrade in intelligence. A human would no longer be the second most intelligent behind me in the office. My closest peer would be a feed pig. Oh, and for those wondering, this isn't a pot belly. This is fuckin Christmas Ham pig. Pink as can be.. its a fuckin farm pig. Picture Babe.. you know, that movie. Hmm, probably smaller than him. He's about half-shin height.

Second, it would be great to see how the dogs react with him. Jealousy, feuding and food consumption would all be highlights of Dunkirt's presence. Then, I wonder how big he will get and how quickly. I really don't know jack about pigs. Damn it, I might need a towel to catch the drool. This could be something else.

Let's just hope that Chakhtee continues to be a failure at life and Male/Female Boss really do take on Dunkirt. I am going to start talking him up to them, as well. Couldn't hurt. I'll keep you all informed.

Merry Christmas

Hey guys, I just wanted to say Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah to everyone. You guys have made dealing with work a hell of a good time and the emails have been awesome. Keep em coming. Have a safe Holiday and I'll start up a few stories next week on Tuesday.

Puppy's Favorite Toy

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

A little while back Puppy has taken a shine to destroying magazines. She has no preference, just anything with paper she loves to shred. It brings a tear to the eye thinking that she could very well grow up to be a female version of Pigfoot. That would make for some great times ahead. Let's hope in silence.

Female Boss has been pretty pissed off after Puppy shredded up some magazines she didn't get an opportunity to read yet. My solution is what my friend did with his dog that loved paper. He waded up some sheets of paper together, used tape to keep em together and the "ball" became a great time sink for the dog. I asked her if she wanted me to do the same for Puppy. Female Boss thinks its a great idea.

So the other morning, Puppy is playing with the paper ball. She has been nonstop. I am happy and Female Boss is seemingly happy that her magazines have become virtually intact. Hey, its a lot smarter than placing the magazines a little higher off the ground or actually disciplining the animal.. yeah..

Well its a pretty quiet day at the office and the sound of Puppy playing is kinda loud. Whenever Puppy chews on the paper ball its pretty damn loud, especially when the phone isn't wringing. They have tile so it kinda echoes. Perfect conditions to set off Female Boss. I kinda felt it in my bones and sure enuff it does.

Every time Puppy gets a hold of it and starts trying to tear it up Female Boss sucks her teeth. I smile on the inside. Then she starts up with the shouting.

"Stop it!"

Stop what? Stop playing cuz it doesn't suit you right now? What are you gonna do? Oh, that's right, nothing. Puppy continues.

"Stop it!" Female Boss slams on her desk.

Puppy doesn't give a shit. She doesn't even know she is being addressed bcuz her name isn't being said and Female Boss sits face forward staring at her monitor. Useless. The best part is watching her deteriorate, be worn down by an unknowing adversary.

She begins to whine, "Stooopppp pleeeaase."

Its really pathetic that Female Boss hates confrontation that much. Puppy wins without even knowing what the hell she was doing. Female Boss never gets up, hell never does shit. Just complains and whines. I think that is the single type of person that I just can't take. If you have no gumption, no moxie, no drive then why the hell do you exist? Take charge, go on offense. Win for fuck's sake. Win!

Appointment Setting

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

We all have our lazy points. There's always something in our job that we hate doing either out of laziness, spite, repetition or just the lack of thought process it involves or the amount of time it consumes. For Female Boss and The Professional its taking the time to reply to a client request on when and where to meet a "Pickup" and take them to wherever they need to be.

I have no idea why, its just the way it is with these two. Not so much The Professional as Female Boss. The Professional hates to haggle with people on times and places. All The Professional wants is a static and concise itinerary with no variables. I don't blame him but it is kind of annoying when he calls me to do it for him. Most of the time I have to tell him to fuck himself but sometimes, when I am bored, I'll hook him up.

This particular day was a bit different. The Professional came in this morning with a lead that is requesting that Female Boss be her liaison again. Funny thing is, a job from a couple days back offered a lead to Female Boss that requested the Professional be the liaison for this lady he worked with a few months back.

I keep close record of schedules and tasks for appointments. I speak with The Professional first thing in the morning, he tells me about Female Boss' lead and I tell him she's wide open for today so its no problem. He made the appointment time for noon which gives her a little over 2 hours to be ready. He asks me if there is anything for him to do today since he's got nothing going on. I got nothing.

Then, Female Boss makes her appearance.

"So Female Boss," starts The Professional, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Wait, first, do you have any appointments today?"

"No, not any. You?"

"No, I'm open. So I landed you one for three o'clock," she says smiling.

"Well, why?" he asks her. "I mean, I have an appointment for you too this afternoon, 12 o'clock."

To make a long story short they are both pissed. Nay, irate would probably be the better word as they go back and forth on each other. The fact is both of them have jack shit to do but get mad cuz the other person set them up with an appointment on a day that they have zero going on. We aren't busy at the office. I can handle the workload in here.. go out and make some fucking money. But no, nooo. Its never that easy. That would be normal. That would require a sane workplace. No, for me, its fuckin bitch bitch bitch for no reason. Lazy ass motherfuckers. I just don't get it.

Pigfoot's Not That Bright

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

I think this has to be one of the grandest displays of stupidity I have seen in years. The sad fact is that it involves Lord Pigfoot. Definitely not one to to be underestimated; however, with great regret I must say my standing with him has slipped quite a bit after this one.

In a related story that will be written on the New Year, I am feeding Pigfoot a shit ton of treats. Why is not important, like I said, it will be written later. Pigfoot is on his 5th treat. I am holding another ten or so in my hand. All of a sudden the guy stops, holds the treat in his mouth and stares at my hand.

"What the fuck are you doing? Eat," I says.

Pigfoot stares at me while drool builds up and drips off his mouth.

"Asshat, eat that and you get these."

This isn't working. Pigfoot sees many and doesn't want the one he has. Idiot. I hide the treats behind my back.

"Ok Pigfoot, eat."

Pigfoot stares, he can't see the treats anymore. His interest fades and Oh, what's this? He can taste the treat in his mouth. His attention turns back toward it.

He starts lowering himself to lie down and finish it off. In the process, he drops the treat. Now that he is on his belly all he has to do is pick up the treat and there are more to come. Hark, there is a dilemma. Pigfoot looks about, no treat in sight. When he dropped the treat it went under his body, he is lying on it and can't feel the fuckin thing.

"You fuckin idiot," I say shaking my head in disbelief.

Pigfoot's head is twitching every which direction, he doesn't want to get up but he can't see his treat. Then it starts. He stares at me and starts to growl. Jackass thinks that I took it from him! I start cracking up. He stands up, looking at me angrily.

"Wow, you fuckin clown, look beneath you!"

He doesn't he keeps looking around.

"For fuck's sake, its right there."

All the commotion has brought The One out from hibernation. He walks over briskly seeing the treat under Pigfoot, nudges him aside and wins the prize. I can't believe what I am seeing. Do you not smell it? You fuckin dumb dog. It was there the whole time. I said fuck it, walked away with treats in hand and went back to work. He doesn't deserve to eat his weight in treats if he is that dumb.

Perfect Outcome

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Every once in a while comes a time when something is exactly the way it should have ended. It is extremely rare but it can show its face once in a blue moon. The perfect conclusion. Anything from comeuppence to reward. Who can ask for more? I sure couldn't have made up a better ending for this shit myself. Check it out:

Over the weekend Female Boss had some people over at her house. She has a crazy ass house by the way, she has done well for herself.. bigtime. Anyway, the idea was for her cousin to come over and bring a friend and son, as well, for dinner. Seems alright but the thing is, Female Boss brought all the dogs home with her. That is, as you Angry Timers damn well know, a recipe for disaster.

With a fortuitous roll of the dice, disaster would not be the case. Female Boss came in Monday morning with eyes gleaming and the song of victory spewing out of every pore. Hey good for her, I am not mad, I don't wish ill on anyone.. well, that's a lie but in this instance its true.

Needless to say Female Boss is so proud of herself, "I couldn't believe that the dogs were so fond of the little boy."

This coming from the same woman that swears her dogs are saints. Its just all too recockulous to even go over. The list would be a mile long and it would only bore you guys to tears, me recanting the numerous ways I could call bullshit on her statement that comes right out the gates of her describing her victorious weekend. So let's just move on merely flagging that idiotic statement there.

"What surprised me the most is that Pigfoot didn't act mean once to him."

Hmm, mean? The other day it was protective, but now its mean. You getting my point here guys? Truth only in the face of success apparently.. cuz by then, what does the truth matter, you've won.

"Then on top of that, I let him play with Puppy and she didn't bite him either!"

Well, wouldn't that mean that she was showing her how much she loves him? That line worked before, but this time you are happy that Puppy didn't bite. You're all over the place, you whore.

"Oh and The One didn't growl. Not once. I think they knew that he was a friendly child."

Great. Happy day! What Female Boss fails to realize is that this is what most of the world's pet owners deal with on a daily basis. Well behaved dogs and sane meetings with friends and family. The concept is new to her, give her a little time and I think she'll get used to it. That is if it ever happens again.

Just then, she goes over to the trio of dogs to congratulate them. Well deserved pups, well deserved. Just as I get that urge to slink back into my work, the best possible thing happens. While petting the dogs and showing her gratitude it happens:

"Ouch! That's my finger! Ow! Puppy!"

Reality strikes. Your dogs are decent for fleeting moments at best. Ahh.. sweet, sweet satisfaction.

Incompetence With A Dash of Ignorance

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories. This isn't a story along that follows the theme of the site, its from a few weekends back that I need to vent out:

Saturday was a long ass day for me. Woke up at 7:45 to take my star soccer player to her soccer game with my brother. Great game, the winning goal scored by my star soccer player's team was done with literally a minute left on the clock. Undefeated still. Then, came the confirmation call to go to the USC/Stanford game at 7pm. My friend told me to be at his house at roughly 3pm so finding parking isn't an issue. No problemo, I tells him. I head in his direction around a quarter to 3pm and being that I was parched I pulled into the local WacArnold's to grab myself a tasty beverage.

"Powerade with no ice," I tell the local clod on the other end of the drive-thru speaker.

I pull up to the window, fork over a bill and some shiny coins.

"Can you pull up, please?" asks said clod.

"Pull up? I wanted a large Powerade."

"Yes, please."

5 minutes pass, I am on the phone with Florida's favorite son and fellow Angry Timer, RaeRae, and I start realizing that I ordered a fucking fountain drink and I am sitting in my car, like a chump, waiting for it. Let's put it into further perspective, I'm waiting in my car for some clod to dispense it from the fucking machine, that does all the work for her, into a cup. Why am I waiting?

"Fuck this," I tells RaeRae, "Hold on, time to raise some hell."

I enter the domain of WacArnold's and see three women dishing up fries, cokes and two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions all of which happen to be served on a sesame seed bun encased in recycled camel spittle that has been dehydrated to resemble a cardboard-like polymer.

"Hey!" I shout letting them know that Northe is serious business.

"I'm waiting on a large Powerade."

Clod looks at me, hands me a large cup, points and says, "Fill over there."

Knowing that my rage to alcohol ratio is deathly low, I can make no savagely placed crane beaks about the clod's body. My friend is awaiting my arrival at his house so we can jet to the game. I take the high road, fill up my cup with the tasty blue liquid and leave. My friend calls me up asking me where I am, I release the steam pent up and paint the interior of the establishment in my mind with the body parts of said clod. I feel better, arrive at his house and we head for the USC campus.

All was right for the most part, parking was found in 5 minutes, we had sushi at the student cafeteria prepared by an asian woman that had what I presume to be a name tag that read, "Fight On!" So being the prick that I am, decided to address her as Fight On! whenever we were in need of additional raw fish on our plates. After a satisfying meal we went downstairs to the on-campus underground dive bar. It was packed so I tell my friend, "Fuck this man, let's go to the sto'."

For those that have no clue, "the sto'" is ebonics for the liquor store. Being that we were in the heart of the hood it seemed not only hip but appropriate with bonus points for context. We walked almost a mile to the nearest liquor store and stocked up, trekked back to the Coliseum and pounded them down. We find our seats and get to enjoying the football game. Then, in attempts to kill my buzz, two hispanic girls bent on tequila and a husband/wife duo with their 4 year old son two rows behind where my friend and I sat swallowed their time-release, and FDA approved, Idiocy Pills.

Sidebar: If you don't know, at sporting events there are season pass deals that ensure people the same seats, every game, for however many years they have been season pass holders. Most of the people that have season passes have known the people that sit around their immediate area for years. So, in scenarios like this, its hard to gank seats. Which is exactly what these two girls were trying to do.

Fucko, the husband, decides to be the first to break the ice, "Are those your seats?"

The girls ignore him and he asks about three more times. Fucko's wife decides to chime in, "Excuse me ladies, are those your seats? I don't think they are."

This goes on for a few minutes where the girls refuse to show their tickets and the interrogation degenerates into off the cuff insults which were all just pathetic at best. Said insults were peppered with vulgar expletives to make their shouting seem witty and innovative.. maybe even to add a sting. Sorry guys, failure is failure even when you're drunk. Then, before I know it, the ignorance bomb is dropped.

"They're just assholes bcuz they are white," says one of the girls.

Alright, let's take a look at shit here and I'll give you my perspective before we go on. The girls obviously don't belong in the seats; however, my deal is that if no one is sitting there anyway, why not let them sit there? When the seat holders come, you kick the girls out. Its not rocket science. Them being in those seats isn't hurting anyone. On the other hand, the girls are the ones that are breaking the rules and are sitting where they shouldn't be, leaving themselves open for criticism and correction. Yet in their infinite void of wisdom, the only reason they are being chastised is bcuz they are hispanic and the people behind them are white. Have I told you how much I love humanity? Have I told you how much I love how people exonerate themselves for bad behavior by making themselves victims? Have I expressed these common urges I get to shove ice picks into the aural cavities of most everyone?

You do something stupid, you reap the consequences and regardless of the fact that people may have sinister motives when calling you out does not justify your bad behavior. Pointing at bad behavior to excuse other bad behavior is the way the world works now and it sickens me more and more. Do the right thing and you keep yourself out of a lot of bullshit. I learned this a few years late in my life but at least I fuckin learned it.

The conclusion is nothing, my buddy told everyone to shut the hell up and cool down. Eventually an usher came, checked the tickets of the girls and told them to shove off. My criticism to the Whitey's is that they could have avoided confrontation with the girls, rather than expose their 4 year old son to baboonish behavior, called an usher over from the get and handled it that way. This is a bitch's way out but hey, the problem is nipped in the bud. Again, my stance on the situation: Let the girls stay there since no one is being adversely affected by what is happening and enjoy the frikkin football game. I hate humanity and its a Monday on top of that.. gonna be a long week. Angry times.

Awkward Times

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Male Boss purchased a new display case for a couple pieces of art (fag ass figurines). He purchased these a while back but never got around to showing the world how homosexual he really is by putting them in a lighted display case with a satin backdrop. For those wondering, red satin.. what else? Its all really uncomfortable, the good part is that they are putting the display case in the dining room area where I never am since its on the other side of the house.

In order to accomplish this task, Male Boss hired a delivery man and installer to get it moved into position and to hook up all the electrical wiring. No sweat. However, Male Boss is going to a lunch meeting with a big Client of ours and Female Boss will be in the office. As fate would have it, predictably if I may be so bold, the potentially 20 min job of moving in a piece of furniture and hooking up some electrical wires turns into a fiasco.

Delivery Man comes to the place around a quarter to two. I just got back in the office from my late lunch and Delivery Man trails me in a few minutes later. Female Boss is busy picking up shit with her pooper scooper out back. As soon as Delivery Man gets in the joint to move any obstructions and lay down some mangy ass quilted runway carpet, the dogs and Demonseed spark it up. Party time.

Delivery Man can't hear his own thoughts let alone hear anything Female Boss is trying to instruct him on what to do. This usually gives me the opportunity to laugh nice and loud without being heard. I do. Time passes and the shelling starts to die down. The only casualties are Female Boss' frail pride and Delivery Man's anvil bone in his inner ear. Not too shabby.

So the guy sets his shit up and starts to head for the door. Female Boss decides its a good time to get to know this individual that she will likely never see again in her life for the following reasons A) he'll never want to be back in this house and B) for there is no more money to make here. Pick your poison, the outcome is the same but Female Boss is a persistent one.

"So yeah, this is Pigfoot and his girlfriend Puppy," she says making no reference to the dogs that she is talking about.

Delivery Man obviously had no clue what she was talking about not only bcuz he doesn't know she's talking about the dogs but also bcuz he's busy finishing up his job, "Excuse me?"

"The dogs. Those two right there," she points. "Pigfoot and Puppy."

"Oh, nice. They are quite the barkers."

"They are just very protective," she smiles.

Delivery Man kinda shrugs her off and puts some twine around the roll of runway he layed out.

That's when Female Boss pulls out her Trump card for making everyday situations awkward, annoying and just odd, "You're acting as if you want to get out of here."

The guy kinda stops in his tracks, looks up at her and has no words to offer. I would imagine he was raised in the school of If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Poor guy.

"Okay that will do it," he says.

"Do you want some water, a banana?"

"No thanks, I have another appointment to go to."

"Oh I see, thanks for stopping by. Don't forget to say goodbye to Puppy and Pigfoot."

He doesn't. He leaves. Rightly so. What the fuck? I dunno, maybe I am harsh. Maybe Female Boss is just trying to be friendly. That, or I could understand if she was fucking with the guy, like after he leaves she turns to me and starts laughing like, "Ha ha I really made him feel awkward." I just think that when a guy isn't chatting it up to begin with you don't force him into conversation. You let him leave and go finish up his fuckin day. The reason she is trying to impress him or whatever word you wanna choose is cuz she is trying to recoup from how pathetic the behavior of the animals are whenever anyone comes in. Lady, ya can't. Just leave the guy alone. Oh and offering him a banana too, that just made her look fuckin crazy in my opinion. Reason being, the bananas are brown.. dark brown.. all over. I really hope he saw them. Great idea, idiot.

Female Boss Mutterings 4

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Another series of good time quotes. Its funny cuz sometimes it takes a while for enuff worthy ones to surface and I get to go back and read these and I do a double take. Shock value everytime, she never ceases to amaze me. The best part is I think she has been down on herself lately. Get a load of all the negative comments she has made about herself in this particular entry.

The first quote she says with extreme overt sarcasm in her voice, "Yeaaahhh, I'm really stupid."

"People that dress nice don't like exercise."

"Whatever I'm doing, I'm not doing it very well." - Related Articles: see Angry Time

"I just love these shoes, they are good fire safety shoes." - WHAT THE FUCK!?

"Mentally I'm just not fast enuff. Never have been." - /grin

Close it out with one of my favorite quotes of all time now:

"I couldn't be that stupid.."

Voice raises to a high pitch:

"Well, I guess I could."

What!?

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

You want my fuckin Angry Time entry for today? You fuckin people in-mailing me about getting a post up. You want it, you got it!

My fuckin day has consisted of so much hectic crap its insane. First off, Female Boss and Male Boss start the day off at noon, cuz we all know thats when the work day starts, with yelling at each other over irrelevant bullshit. Screaming shit. This makes me feel great. Let me tell you, it gets way fucking out of hand. Then you have Demonseed start screeching in the background challenging them all to the duel of fates that they simply cannot win. Demonseed starts piercing and rupturing the ear drums of both of them and they finally shut the hell up.

No, that's not it. Thats just the start. From there we have Male Boss getting on the computer and every 2 minutes asking me how to do something. The same fucking programs day in and day out for who knows how long and he still doesn't get it. They're pretty much accounting, tracking and database programs. I mean its not rocket science, we aren't coding.. we are opening, modifying and closing files. Its fucking basic. This is why I would rather just take the work load. I gag at the sight of incompetence. It makes me lick my chops in anticipation of cannibalization. Fuck everyone.

So after that fuckin episode, I get to listen to The One whine, cry, yelp and whimper for 2.5 yes, two and a half fucking hours! Never quitting, never getting any weaker, same fuckin tone and fervor as the very first yell. Why is the little bitch crying? Cuz Female Boss decided that it would be a good day to go to the spa. Sure why not? We only have two deadlines to meet today! Deadlines that I have no authority in completing. But go, its in the company's best interest. It might as well be Europe in here. Issue her her government check to maintain her lifestyle and not do jack shit. You fucking socialists.

Then, at the end of the day, Male Boss comes back in. This is the last hour and change. I started a tally. The question he was asking is not important, its worthless and will make no sense to you folks. The fact of the matter is that in the course of just over an hour he asked me the same question 11 times. Eleven fuckin times, double checking the answer.. trying to imprint the 5 word phrase that is the answer in his head.. trying to translate it backwards and into Russian for all I fuckin know. I have no fucking clue but if you can't retain information maybe thinking and doing aren't your strong points. Maybe lounging, eating and smiling are more your speed you fucking asshat!

So that's my fuckin day. That's why I didn't post yet. I haven't had the time! I have been seeing red and can't focus on trying to get you good people quality shit. So here's some impromptu ranting, real deal, uncut, not proof read. Its just hatred from the fuckin mind. Eat it and love it.

Bitchy Bitch

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

We all have that helpless feeling from time to time. You know it, when you want assistance or you're just plain needy. Maybe when you're sick. There was nothing better than when you were a kid, mom would come in and hook you up with some hot soup or whatever. It was just the good shit. When you needed something and it was done, it was that much sweeter.

Now we're all older and maybe its nice when you have some shit around the house that needs doing and a friend helps you with it. Anything, at all. Even when someone looks out and picks you up a meal from Taco Bell. Its the good shit, compassion, the hook up.

I realize this is a stretch when it comes to the typical but its the hill Male Boss decided to die on this day. Me? I'd have chosen another hill to die on when exhibiting the utmost of baby, helpless behavior. I think it was his tone and whining that really made the nails rake the chalk board. It went something like this:

Its nearing the end of the day, a Friday, Male Boss is getting ready to go out clubbing. Need I reiterate Male Boss' age? Sorry bitch, scroll up! Go read The Primer at the top of the page. You aren't listening. Yeah, he doesn't need to be going to a club at his age. Its just not right.

Back on track, Male Boss' friend is gonna be there at about 7pm to pick him up for dinner. Male Boss is using him as his designated driver. Sounds like its gonna be a good night.

"Female Boss, would you mind helping me?" Male Boss comes in with already that whining voice.

"What!?" says Female Boss pissed off.

"I went outside and the car is still in the street, can you bring it on the driveway for me?"

Already irate from who knows what, "Fuck you. I'm not doing anything for you!"

"Yes you could."

"You have the fucking keys, go outside and do it your fucking self!"

Sidebar: Have I mentioned that my vocabulary has shot to the high school cursing level bigtime since starting to work here?

"Come on, please. I am in need of the help."

"You don't need my fucking help, you need to stop being a lazy piece of shit."

"Come on.. I have to make two maneuvers to get the car into the driveway! I don't want to,"

Easy there Bitchy Bitch, my ears could have bled with the screechy complaining coming from Male Boss at this point. Can I just tell you we are in a residential neighborhood that is 99% traffic free on the street. The driveway is all of 10 feet. There is ample room on the street to make a 2-point turn to turn the car around if not even just back the shit up into it. Something about a lazy guy, especially when its something gay like that, especially when you are getting ready to go out and charge on a Friday night to a club! Don't start the baby bullshit then, do it on a Monday when I can empathize. Fruitcake.

High Class All The Way

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

There's something to be said about Male and Female Boss. They are rich, period. I mean we work out of an investment property. Not an office that is leased, a fucking house that is only one mark of their wealth. I have no problem with it, they are successful, no big deal. This post is riding the wake of this here post just showing that even with nice furniture and all, they can deface it and buy some more. They drive decent cars. They do enjoy eating out and shopping. They have two plasma TVs in here as well. There does become a point tho, when having money or acting high class does become a bit absurd.

This morning I am listening to Male Boss complaining about something. I tune in to their direction. Its a typical scuffle about who should see what appointments today and what client is or isn't calling. Then the hub bub turns toward a direction that I didn't even know happened.

There was a pause of silence and Male Boss asks, "What the hell is that?"

Sidebar: Remember I can't see them from the office, the kitchen is two rooms down. Good thing the tile helps bounce the sound so I can hear them better.

"What?" asks Female Boss defensively.

"You don't needs to have them that water."

"They're going to haaave (stressing his bad English) the water that I give them."

"That is fucking, no way, you cannot do this things. No bottled water for dogs!"

"I am not going to give the dogs tap water!"

"Fucking crazy, you. You cannot do that. These are like $2 a bottle, wasted it on the dogs?"

"You think its fine? Then you drink the tap water!"

"They're fucking dogs!"

I agree. She is nuts with that. I mean.. I dunno. It goes without explanation that that is extreme behavior. So Male Boss, in his demonstration of butchering the English language definitely wins this round.

Life Lessons

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

I know I come off as an asshole here. Like my shit doesn't stink. Like I am some braniac guru on life. Like I make no mistakes and can very well be perfect. Now this may not necessarily be true, you have to understand that on a daily basis I compare myself to those that surround me. More often than not, the comparison is myself vs. Male Boss or Female Boss. So you can at least appreciate my arrogance.

Seriously tho, I have made a lot of mistakes in life. Some that some know, some that most don't know and none that I will be sharing with the likes of strangers. Eat it. However, this doesn't stop me from observing and criticizing for the sake of you, my beloved Angry Timers. One thing that I will say about the mistakes I have made in my life, is that I have learned from them. Meaning, I will next to never make the same mistake twice. I make it a point to learn, correct and adapt.

This is not the way of Female Boss. The As Seen On TV post is one in a long line of purchases Female Boss has made over the television. That particular story just happened to rise above the fray and hit the bigtime. As you can imagine, there are a dozen or so items purchased that were opened, used once and never used again. Some even Female Boss attempted to pawn off on to me. There is nothing learned in these purchases, impulse buying happens to be a trait of Female Boss and that only adds to blog content.

The last purchase she made was a $20, 28 in. diameter, "professional grade" wok. Now if you know anything about woks, you know that a professional grade wok is no where near the realm of costing two-digits of American Dolla. Especially one of this size. Hell, I'm sure with a bit of investigation you can probably find 12 in. woks costing over $100.

Its not the action but the justification that I always find amusing. One can justify any course of action if you're willing to do it. Hers went something like this:

"Hey, Northe?"

"Yo."

"I like non-stick cooking ware, do you?"

"Uhh, sure. As opposed to the kind you have to use a lot of fat to make sure things don't stick when you cook?"

"Yeah. I mean, its just practical."

"Uh huh."

"I mean, I saw this great buy over the weekend on TV."

"What'd you get?"

"A professional wok. I think I want to start cooking more Chinese food."

More Chinese food? How about any Chinese food? Better yet, how about cooking. Better yet even still, how about grocery shopping? Male Boss and Female Boss are the take out kings and queens of the country, hands down. However, she wants to start doing more Chinese cooking.

"That sounds good," I tell her.

"Yeah. I mean the value on this thing has to be incredible, 20 bucks!"

"For a wok?"

"I know what you're thinking but its top notch, the best quality out there is what the guy was saying."

What "the guy" was saying? Yeah, I know some guys that would convince you that "A History of Violence" is a good movie too.. even tho they were too weak to challenge me on it. Who listens to the infomercial jackasses anyway? They have the energy of hobos on PCP with grins plastered on their faces like fat kids eyeing a three-tiered cake and deliver their lines worse than Steven Segal. You have to be drunk, bored or having thoughts of suicide to give these things the time of day. Or maybe you have too much money, I dunno.

"They were selling dozens by the second! The counter just kept going down and down and down on the number they had left."

For all we know, these could be fancy tricks of the silver screen. Like I said, you trust these fuckin people you got problems. Justification tho, quite possibly the most powerful tool created by man.

"Sometimes you have to bite the bullet ya know?"

Biting the bullet? Doesn't the damn thing cost only $20? Isn't that why its such a great value? Actually hold up, if she's including shipping then she might have a point, cuz that usually costs three times what the item you're purchasing does. The thing I find funny is that she shares information to me that she very well doesn't have to, then does her best to dance around her obvious regret about the purchase and make her case to me that it was in sound judgment. Like I give a shit. Learn from your past mistakes and you won't ever have to crawl out of a hole that no one cares you are in to begin with.

Happy fuckin Friday!

IMing Revisited

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

With all the e-mailing (in-mailing), slacking, shopping and now IMing Female Boss has been doing to keep herself from work that needs to be done she has started to plateau. There's only so much certain people can absorb in every subject in life. Like me, for instance, won't absorb and don't care to absorb anything having to do with baking. Yeah, I don't know. Its pretty fucking interesting that of every subject that I can access in my head that is the one I am least interested in. I'd be more interested in soil samples than baking. Eating baked goods, on the other hand, is a different story.

That's not important and most everything I say isn't but stop dissenting against me and just fuckin read on! So with the magic of ICQ she has now discovered that she can hold multiple conversations at once. Even greater the revelation is that these conversations can be chat boxed. If you aren't familiar with ICQ its basically like every basic chat program but you can default it to only show messages received, to which you can open read, close and respond making the dialogue box disappear. Unlike how a lot of real-time chat programs are now, the open box and when you close it you lose all chat info.

Sigh, tangents, tangents, tangents. I hear her freak out all of a sudden.

"What happened?" I ask.

Female Boss repeats frantically, "How come I have two? How come I have two?"

I glance over at her screen that she has completely pushed herself away from in shock. Nothing looks amiss.

"What is it?" I ask again.

"Two of them, how come I have two?"

"Two what?" Fuck! Articulate you idiot!

All of a sudden she starts laughing.

"What a fun way to spell 'tomorrow' hahaha!"

Focus you asshat, "What happened? Whats the problem?"

"I don't know somehow I have two chats going at once, what does that mean and how do I know who I am talking to?"

That blank look drips over my face. I take in a deep breath and use my indoor voice, "The name on the top of the chat bar is who you are talking to, you can access each by clicking on the chat that you wish to communicate with."

"Wait, so how do I know I am typing it in the right chat?"

"You you can access each by clicking on the chat that you wish to communicate with." Parroting, it works.

"Well, wait look tho. She spelled tomorrow with an 'oe' at the end, pretty cool, right?"

Why do I even bother? Why? The light is long gone, there is no brain activity going on in there. Anything I say is thrown into a void that acts as a vacuum, consumes the information and vaporizes it into the ether. Its worthless, pointless and worst of all frustrating.

I go down to her level, second grade speak and answer back, "A riot."

Then turn back to my computer. Life is bliss..

Awareness

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

If there's one thing martial arts teaches you, its awareness. Its knowing what your surroundings are, possible threats and if your inherent awareness isn't up to par use your fuckin eyes to confirm perception! I can't even waste your time with lead up material without losing my fuckin temper anymore. Damn it all!

I'm finishing up a phone call and one of the other phone lines starts to ring. Its on its third ring by the time I hang up. Good thing Female Boss is sitting next to me on top of it. Not really. Instead, I am going to have to pick it up, she must be avoiding someone or, like Ralph Wiggum, trying to figure out "where the world goes when the drapes are closed at night." God, I love The Simpsons. I also love being a Line Pirate. In fact, I think I even pirated the term Line Pirate from someone else. Awesome!

So since she's not going to lift a finger in the office today, I answer the phone.

"Yello," I says.

Then, as I am speaking to the clod on the other end of the phone I hear Female Boss asking questions.

"What? What? Northe? Are you talking to me?"

Stupid fuckin idiot. She's not even looking at me and no she's not trying to be funny. At all. She's dead ass serious.

"Thanks for calling. Bye."

I hang up the phone and look at her.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were on the phone."

How? How do you not seek answers? How do you sit there like a slug, barking out shit when you cannot even get a grasp on your personal 5' radius!? What in the fuck is the problem here? Do you not hear the phone ringing, do you not see the light on the phone in front of your fucking face lighting up and displaying the caller ID on the 1x4 inch display screen? What in the fuck is going on in your head!? Anything? Anything at all? FUCK!

Ongoing Gollum Theme

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

I came in this morning, to my surprise, Female Boss is there before me and actually hard at work. I say good morning to her and take a seat at my desk. If this sets the tone for the day then I'll be in good shape. Maybe I'll get a lot accomplished and maybe, just maybe, have what most of you would consider a normal day. No sooner than that thought finished passing through my head does Female Boss come with her patented material.

"Hey, Northe?" she asks.

"Yeah."

"Do you find it obnoxious or is it just me?"

"What's that?" I ask.

"I dunno."

Queue the awkward silence. That sinking feeling in my gut starts up and tells me today is no different than any other, just that Female Boss got into work earlier than you. To my surprise, the work day is going fairly well aside from the irrelevant conversation had that morning. It didn't turn out terrible, more like something that everyone can laugh at:

Female Boss goes to get Puppy from her whining state outside. She holds her in her arms and says, "Hi precious. Precious, precious."

Then it goes to a level I would have never expected. She starts immitating Gollum from Lord of the Rings.

"Myyy Preciooouusssssss."

She keeps repeating it. It was actually kinda funny. For once, a little humor without having to laugh at her mockingly. Well done. Sigh, what is she doing? Oh, great.

Since I found it funny, then surely, everyone should know how funny she is! Why must people seek acceptance from people that care less? Anyhoo, Female Boss picks up the cordless and starts dialing away. She's not even setting up the scene appropriately. She just starts saying "My precious," and only half the time tells them that she is caressing Puppy while saying it. Most of her friends don't know why its a) funny or b) what movie it is from. Come to find out, neither does Female Boss. What ended up flooring me in laughter was the question she asked one of her friends:

"Myyy Preciooouusssssss. Hahah yeah, didn't a muppet say that?"

Hahaha. Oh, man.

Dog Shorts 2

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Scenario #1: Over the summer we had a flea problem. Not so much a problem as it was an infestation. I can recall a dozen times picking up the dogs and seeing the little buggers hop right off the dogs. It was nuts. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. Thank goodness the exterminator came but not before Female Boss demonstrated her quality.

This was before the magnitude of the problem was clear to us. The One had been biting and scratching pretty frequently. Female Boss really detested that behavior, I think it was more of a denial reflex by the way she reacted to it.

"Stop it! What the hell are you biting for?"

It continues.

"You better quit it!"

He bites again.

"That's it, you're going outside!"

Punishing The One for that!? Scratching an itch = bad. Crying like a bitch as soon as Female Boss is out of sight = good. I give up.

Scenario #2: Do you know my friend, Chakhtee? He came into the office the other day. The One was surveying the office from his usual territory, the bosom of Female Boss. Chakhtee says hi to me and goes over to say hello to Female Boss and The One. The One, and I quote from before, "is particularly attached to Female Boss. By attached I mean anchored with incorruptible fanaticism."

Using the adjective defensive in front of the judge would likely result in my incarceration for perjury. As soon as Chakhtee gets within a few feet he starts up with the growling. He sounds like a rusty chainsaw and his bite would probably cut about as cleanly as one. Chakhtee takes a step back, "Whoaa.."

"Oh, no," begins Female Boss, bathing The One in the light of innocence. "He's growling but I think he's playing."

Chakhtee, as smart in this scenario as he is repugnant, replies, "I don't think I'll take any chances."

Never trust a lunatic. Under any circumstances. Wise move, Chakhtee, wise move.

Scenario #3: I think I saw one of the most disgusting things I have seen in quite some time here at the investment property. I went outside to go play with the dogs the other day and over by the entrance door to the house, from the backyard, are three metal toolboxes. I think they belong to Chakhtee.. hell what do I know?

When I went outside to play with the dogs, I turn and focus in on these toolboxes. I am pretty sure I have never seen them accessed or even moved the whole time I have worked here. I took a closer look and see that they are covered in rust a few centimeters thick. The thing is that it isn't just rust from the elements. Well, unless you consider gallons and gallons of canine urine as elements.

I mean I was pretty impressed, three dogs have gone to work on these toolboxes and pretty soon they will be skeletal outlines of what they once were. There a problem? Yeah, I said three dogs. I know Puppy is a girl. Uh huh, Puppy doesn't pee like a female dog, she pees like a male dog. Leg lift and everything. So like I said, three dogs.

Where Does One Pick Up This Behavior?

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

Since last month I have been witness to some disturbing behavior by Male Boss. The reason why it bothers me so much is bcuz I have never seen anyone do this before. Its just completely out of the realm of normality and its starting to get under my skin. Pinching off a little toe cheese and smelling it, you ask? No. Picking his nose and flicking it against a wall? No. Something far less disgusting yet just as galling.

Male Boss has furnished the investment property pretty nicely. Most of it is high class stuff. So then why has he lately, been writing stuff on the walls and on the wooden furniture? Yes, seriously. What one might call defacing or graffiti is slowly becoming Male Boss' method of note taking. Phone numbers for take out dining, fax numbers, appointment dates with times and even television scheduling. Its starting to spread from the sitting room into the office area. They have gorgeous furniture in this house, items that I would be proud to have in my own home. I think this is why it is bothering me so much. Its a complete disrespect for what they've earned.

On his wooden desk and computer monitor, in permanent blank marker there is now writing. Stuff that is irrelevant and will never come off! Its becoming real bad cuz the other week, I saw Female Boss use a Sharpie to write on the side of her computer. Monkey see monkey do. I mean we have legal ledgers, message books and the large post-it note carriages all over the place.. including the sitting room and even some in the dining room and kitchen! What gives? Are they becoming that lazy?

In what could very well be a glint of hope, Female Boss actually got disgusted by the behavior after partaking in it. Kinda like when you pick at a scab and then all of a sudden some puss surfaces. I hate when that happens.. So yeah, she's now against the writing on the walls and furniture. Female Boss came back that afternoon with a can of beige paint to get the walls back to normal.

Female Boss re-paints the walls where Male Boss wrote frivolous crap for the past month. To her dismay, Male Boss comes back irate at what she has done.

"I have important people on the wall!" starts Male Boss.

"If they're that important they'll call back," fires back Female Boss.

"I don't like when you do's stuffs like this without my consent."

"Oh get off it jackass, the walls aren't your personal note pad."

"I don't give a fuck what you think they are not."

"Grow up."

So the weekend comes and passes. I get into the office on Monday morning for another eventful work week in anticipation for more shock and awe. First thing, Male Boss is already busy on the phone with clients and what else is he doing? That's right, I catch him writing a phone number on the wall. Shit's gonna hit the fan when Female Boss gets here. Right? Nope. She saw it, rolled her eyes and that was that. What the hell? Show some moxie, woman!

Instead of showing moxie, Female Boss has become worse than Male Boss over the last handful of days. Although, proving that evolution is alive and well, Female Boss does not enjoy the wall as her canvas for artistic expression. Instead, Female Boss has embarked on a mission to completely cover her computer, printer, scanner, monitor and fax with Sharpie doodlings, ideas, passwords and account numbers. Yes, account numbers as in bank. I have no need for this information but I mean come on, show some concern about anything! It is making the office look tacky and my Indifference vs. Bloodthirsty ratio is really starting to tilt in one direction. I find myself plotting more and more on how to get away with it all. Get away.. with.. hmm, yesss.. that just might work. Shit, wait up.

Mental note: Whatever you do, don't write down ideas from brainstorming on the furniture. Check.

Fuck. Yup. Just Fuck.

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

There's only so much a guy can take. This involves Female Boss, Angry Time's brightest star and dimmest bulb. Frustration mounts, angry times are had and the pressure valve is released for you guys to laugh at my plight. Rant on.

Here's one that happens all too frequently that never seems to enrage me any more or any less no matter how often it happens. There is no getting used to or conditioning one's self for certain types of behavior. One thing I can't ever get used to is the idea of using patchouli (fuck hippies) and this Female Boss personality trait.

I don't know about you guys but when I have a request, assignment or task to do at work I don't procrastinate. I don't sit on it, make people wait and rub one out while thinking of holding out on someone as a show of power. I fuckin handle the business at hand and I move on to the next task. Hence, my ability to have cannibalized the pathetic officemates I used to have. Well, Female Boss is the exact opposite. She loves to make people wait.. she loves setting things aside and she absolutely loves telling me to tell clients that she is on an appointment rather than fulfill the obligation.

I don't know where this behavior is learned. I don't know why one would even want to subject others or even their own work ethic to it. Get the fucking job done. Don't be a prick for the sake of being a prick when it comes to business. This happens all the time. From 8am to 5pm.. same shit. Someone calls in first thing in the morning asking for a status report or appointment schedule for a client, I turn and ask Female Boss when she can give them an answer, she tells me, I repeat it and then the follow up calls begin.

About 20-30 min after the promised time, Client starts calling in asking where the item needed is. The game continues to be played. I have to lie to Client and/or pressure Female Boss.. usually both, several times in the course of the day. The reason it pisses me off so fucking much is bcuz I am caught in the middle of the bullshit. I don't like associating with incompetence.. I can rarely withstand the stench of it whilst in the vicinity of it. Keep me the fuck out of it and fork out your own lies. Fuck, man, I'm tellin' ya it starts a fire in the belly.

Oh and then, when I'm at full tilt ready to implode, Female Boss throws gasoline on the fire. Like this shit, just the other day. Its worth its own post.. not even a Female Boss Muttering post could do this one justice.

Female Boss, after a day of slacking and IMing looks at her calendar to put all her social event ducks in a row. She stares at it for a minute. Tapping her pen, trying my patience with what I know is a fetus of idiocy growing and ready to breach the lapse of common sense canal:

"How come.. hmm. How come the 11th isn't on this stupid calendar?"

Ever get that craving to use a staple remover as a weapon?

"Where the.. Ohh there it is. Right next to the 10th."

You want a Braveheart quote worth its weight in weapons grade plutonium?

Robert the Bruce to his father, "My hate.. will die.. with you."