Kaielen
12-17-03, 07:03 AM
The United States Department of Agriculture's, Farm Service Agency, Loan Operations Division Branch I and II's holiday party. I am in Branch II. We are considered the backbone of LOD. We always have a higher number of cases completed, higher stats of satisfaction on customer service polls, and a lower error rate.
Branch II also does not have a certain number of people that, after a party, load up an enourmous @#%$ plate and stuff in their purse to take home. Yeah, that's right, YOU CHEAP OBNOXIOUS TWITS!! We paid for the ENTIRE @#%$ HAM we brought to the party, so you bring a SIX PACK OF VESS COLA and then you EAT ENOUGH FOOD TO FEED THE ROMANIAN ARMY and then you TAKE MORE HOME!!!
This year we were approached by management, and told that Branch I wanted to have Christmas with us, Branch II. My hand IMMEDIATELY went up for a "no" vote.
Well...my naieve coworkers outvoted me, so now they get to reap what they have sewn. Yep, that's right. PREPARE TO BEND OVER AND TAKE IT LIKE A CHAMP, BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT IN THE POOPER!
Branch I has the humongoid minister of STANK. She's going to be there in a "leader" function. Translation: She's going to be the annoying @#%$ bossing everyone around.
Now, normally I would just be antisocial and work my entire day. Screw the two hours that D.C. has given us to show up to this thing, I would rather work and get in some credit hours so I can get off early Friday.
NOPE!
It's mandatory. You show up, or you get written up.
@#%$ YOU PEOPLE!!! DO YOU THINK I WAKE UP AND COME HERE TO SOCIALIZE WITH YOU!? I come here because if I didn't, I'd be living in a cardboard box and eating out of dumpsters. You know, however, every single day here causes me to ENVY those people living in the boxes! They don't have to deal with YOU!
The prospect of being caught in the middle of some drug related shootout appeals to me more than dealing with you bastards. You talk about the most annoying and BORING @#%$ and now I find out YOU'VE BROUGHT THE SANTA CLAUSE DOLL that when you squeeze his fat ass he farts out the tune to Jingle Bells or some @#%$.
GOD DAMN YOU!! IT'S CHRISTMAS, THE TIME OF MERCY!
WHY THE HELL AM I BEING TORTURED? You sorry sacks of ass, I HATE YOU PEOPLE! I hope you @#%$ DROWN IN THE YULE TIDE! I hope the Christmas cheer renders you DEAF! I hope the big jolly fat bastard runs over you ALL with his 8 tiny hellspawn flying donkeys! I hope the Christmas turkey is stuffed with Mistletoe and you EAT IT! I hope someone decks you in the hall! I hope your Christmas gift is a box that someone @#%$ in! I hope someone pisses in your eggnog and you get a flaming case of herpes that causes your genitals to recede into your SKULL AND CAUSES YOUR EYES TO MELT!
Happy holidays.
*sigh*
Branch II also does not have a certain number of people that, after a party, load up an enourmous @#%$ plate and stuff in their purse to take home. Yeah, that's right, YOU CHEAP OBNOXIOUS TWITS!! We paid for the ENTIRE @#%$ HAM we brought to the party, so you bring a SIX PACK OF VESS COLA and then you EAT ENOUGH FOOD TO FEED THE ROMANIAN ARMY and then you TAKE MORE HOME!!!
This year we were approached by management, and told that Branch I wanted to have Christmas with us, Branch II. My hand IMMEDIATELY went up for a "no" vote.
Well...my naieve coworkers outvoted me, so now they get to reap what they have sewn. Yep, that's right. PREPARE TO BEND OVER AND TAKE IT LIKE A CHAMP, BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT IN THE POOPER!
Branch I has the humongoid minister of STANK. She's going to be there in a "leader" function. Translation: She's going to be the annoying @#%$ bossing everyone around.
Now, normally I would just be antisocial and work my entire day. Screw the two hours that D.C. has given us to show up to this thing, I would rather work and get in some credit hours so I can get off early Friday.
NOPE!
It's mandatory. You show up, or you get written up.
@#%$ YOU PEOPLE!!! DO YOU THINK I WAKE UP AND COME HERE TO SOCIALIZE WITH YOU!? I come here because if I didn't, I'd be living in a cardboard box and eating out of dumpsters. You know, however, every single day here causes me to ENVY those people living in the boxes! They don't have to deal with YOU!
The prospect of being caught in the middle of some drug related shootout appeals to me more than dealing with you bastards. You talk about the most annoying and BORING @#%$ and now I find out YOU'VE BROUGHT THE SANTA CLAUSE DOLL that when you squeeze his fat ass he farts out the tune to Jingle Bells or some @#%$.
GOD DAMN YOU!! IT'S CHRISTMAS, THE TIME OF MERCY!
WHY THE HELL AM I BEING TORTURED? You sorry sacks of ass, I HATE YOU PEOPLE! I hope you @#%$ DROWN IN THE YULE TIDE! I hope the Christmas cheer renders you DEAF! I hope the big jolly fat bastard runs over you ALL with his 8 tiny hellspawn flying donkeys! I hope the Christmas turkey is stuffed with Mistletoe and you EAT IT! I hope someone decks you in the hall! I hope your Christmas gift is a box that someone @#%$ in! I hope someone pisses in your eggnog and you get a flaming case of herpes that causes your genitals to recede into your SKULL AND CAUSES YOUR EYES TO MELT!
Happy holidays.
*sigh*