Day: January 12, 2005

you want to reach out and kill someone.

IT'S A FUCKING MICROWAVE, BITCH, NOT YOUR OWN PERSONAL FIEFDOM!

I've just been told off for using the “office staff” microwave by the secretary-with-the-permanent-scowl. I hate people like that, who feel the need to exclude everybody not within their little safe boundaries. I'm staff. I work in the office right next to theirs. But I'm not *office* staff, therefore I can't use their fucking microwave.

People like that really push my buttons.

I was having a nice day.

Now, I just want to go over there and pee in her teapot.

Edit: before you people think I'm a drama queen, it's also the tone in which she told me off. It wasn't a polite information that I wasn't allowed to use that facility, it was an arrogant, obnoxious “you can't use this microwave. it's for office staff only. you have to leave now, ok?!”

Urgh.

That's the subject line of the latest spam I got this morning. I found it amusing.

I just got my McGill staff ID card. I'm happy with it, I don't look like a deranged psycho killer on the picture.

On the metro on my way to work this morning, I wanted to seriously rant on someone. A guy was standing right next to me and kept sniffling. Not tiny discrete sniffles that everybody does once in a while. We're talking full-body-you-can-hear-it-all-the-way-across-the-train SNKZKSKKSNKKKSKKKSKKKSRZRRRT snurfles that were disgusting as hell. You could imagine the gallons of snot the guy was slurping. It was truly repulsive. I was contemplating getting off and switching trains at one point when he got off. I almost applauded.

I have no idea what that means, but Sara and I had much fun trying to figure it out througout the evening.