Office Staycation

Connie and Carl are off on vacation for the next week...which means I'm on a mini Staycation, if you will. I get a few days of not hearing Carl say something an 8th grader would know better than to and a few days of Connie not talking down to everyone as if they were 8th graders.

I was almost excited about work today (a better term is probably "less angry", but I'll go with it.) There's less tension in the frigid air as I walk into my office. I sit down check my email and then read an email from Connie. It's a to-do list for everyone here while her and Carl are off sucking back drinks with little umbrellas. It seems to be pretty standard stuff. I get to my name and there is a project that was given to me last Thursday afternoon. Not a big deal, but I've been busy getting everything done for Carl Jr's new company debut. So, I'm not surprised to see the project on my list just surprised that Connie noted that it "needed to be designed and printed by Noon today, because he's had it for days!".

I don't know about your keyboard and computer, but mine doesn't have a "design" button that I just push and then WHAM-O! a finished piece appears like some State Farm commercial. And it's not like anyone bothered to tell me when the client would be by to pick up said project, because that would take one fiber of giving-a-shit about someone else. These people are awful, twisted trolls on the inside.

Is it too much for me to hope that Carl and Connie contract a virus on their vacation that makes all of their frilly drinks run through them like the great Mississippi River?

At least Stoner only shows up in the office for an hour or two a day while those two are away. Gives me some quality resume/job hunting time.