Beeyatchy Colleagues Incorporated

Fuck me, I have never ever seen a grown man drop a strop. I’m talking about al serious faccia lunga here people! I mean for fuck’s sake! *breathe* It’s like working with my baby brothers when they were four!

My colleague, we’ll call this wittle boy Grumpy as that is all he seems to be lately, has just popped my little bubble of happiness and hence has been receiving death stares every 10 minutes for the last 2 hours or so und this is why…

I mean he skulks around the office bitching and moaning like a tart with PMS about HOW much work he has. Now personally I fucking hate people like this…
1. We all have fucking shit loads of work to do tad pole so get over it
2. Nobody cares how busy you are you dumb fuck
3. Just say no when your capacity is already been extended to match the Great Wall of China, it’s real easy – repeat after me: N-O!
4. GROW SOME FUCKING CAHONIES!

Now Grumpy managed to piss on my parade this morning in a big way! Super-H wasn’t too chuffed with the wittle bugger either. Basically there are 4 of us in my “team” – Super-H, moi, Tame B and the Grumpster. The Grumpster is the newby, the Matilda and therefore has no rank whatsoever with us tarts, plus he is the only male in our team and hence has no say *har har har* Anyhooz, the just is that Super-H and I traded with Tame B and him to go to various company events – unfortunately for us Our Company is anal retentive and hence cannot allow my entire team out for a few hours – god fucking forbid! So Grumpy then decides, after he has been to event numero uno, that he now wants to go to event numero due! which basically translates into having to draw bloody fucking retarded straws to decide who goes! I mean for fuck’s sake dude, how old are you – I thought we all passed kindergarten a very fucking long time ago! Jeee-sus!

So I now find myself having no more sympathy for the poor wittle bastard as well as visions of me hitting his head against his computer screen, brick wall, basically anything that is solid really just to show my appreciation for him being such a big boy! What he hasn’t realized yet is that he messed with the wrong tart – I ain’t afraid of no popo! And with Super-H on my side, Beeyatchy Colleagues Incorporated is ready to tackle this little fucker head-on!

Next thing you know he will bring his fucking dummy with him to work!