Would this day just fucking end?

Categories: Home life, Sports
Written By: Rusty Shackleford

The last few weeks have been hellish at work. I’ve got three bosses and even more people to whom I indirectly report to. All three bosses and many other higher-ups have decided that they are going to all demand my attention at the same time. One doesn’t know how to use Microsoft Excel, so I have to keep manipulating a huge spreadsheet for him, another wants me to send out marketing email blasts for some project she’s working on and yet another needs me to post huge listings of people who have been promoted recently on our Web site. Add to that my regular work, which gets insane this time of year, and it’s been a long couple weeks.

On another note, one of my bosses almost melted down today. At one point he started yelling and stomped away from his desk and out of sight. At another point he just rolled his chair back, sighed heavily and cradled his head in his hands. At least he isn’t throwing things anymore. I damn hear lost an eye last year when he threw his mouse.

All right, I’m off to meet up with Beaker. We’re going to see Loc’s graduation ceremony from the Michigan State Police academy. Soon, he’ll be carrying a gun when he hangs out with us. Scary thought.

Oh yeah, one last thing. I joined yet another hockey team last night. I’m the newest member of the American Eagles. It should be fun times, joining a team full of guys with whom I’ve never played. I know them well enough, we played them enough times at the old rink. Rest assured, however, my loyalty still lies with the Rebels.

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