Hoping this rage that has suddenly snapped on this morning is finally the medication I’m taking catching up with me. Doc had said it might make me irritable. This is waaay beyond irritable. I want to do hurty, stompy things to people.

Doesn’t help that I am working with a program that does everything it possibly can to be obstructionary and impede productivity. Working with files that aren’t mine. That were set up poorly. That require like 10 extra steps to make work as they should. To illustrate, imagine you are using a process that is 90% automated. Push a button and X,Y,Z happen exactly as they should. Now imagine that you have to help out another section. They are doing almost exactly the same work as you are, but they refuse to use the automation because they didn’t come up with it. So… since they can’t be bothered to keep people on staff to finish the project all the way to the end, you now have to use the old, slow way to do everything to finish their files off. Did I mention the files look like ass? And I’m not supposed to do anything to fix the looking like ass problem because we are out of budget. That is like a knife through the temple of my anal-retentive self.

And, to top it all off, you are going to be out of work in short order – despite the fact that you are doing things in the slowest manner possible. So you have to look busy, even though your boss knows you have nothing else to do.  Sure, you could blog or surf the net and your boss wouldn’t care, but other people keep fucking walking behind you constantly so they know you aren’t actually working. People like your boss’s boss. Who then talks to your boss about his trip to Disneyland for 45 fucking minutes. While hanging out in your cubicle, although you aren’t part of the discussion.

I want to put fists through things.

I need to go home.

Really. It is for the protection of my co-workers.

Picture stolen from Director Blue

UPDATE: Having arrived without warning, the tide of red departs as quickly and inexplicably. Perhaps one should eat more than a handful of mint M&M’s and hot potato chips with one’s meds….Not that I still totally wouldn’t be nasty to someone today if they crossed me, but the nigh overwhelming urge to punch and smash has subsided.

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