Work is pissing me off today.
I try to print out a draft of this report I’m doing about our marketing demographic study, and the fucking printer in our area has crapped out. Surfer Dave thinks I should just print out my shit on a different printer on this floor, and I will, but I don’t think I should have to, you know?
I call in a “trouble ticket” to our tech guys to see if we can get this fucking printer fixed. I’m sure my call generates an immediate emergency response and they scramble an elite nerd SWAT team to handle the problem in a timely and efficient manner. Yes sir, that printer will be fixed in no time.
Plus, I’m out of my own coffee so I can’t make a French press and I have to drink the bitter muddy swill that passes for coffee in my office.
I catch a glimpse of Margo, who is wearing a flattering white mandarin collar short-sleeve dress today.