Public Folders

This afternoon, while working tirelessly and diligently, I was interrupted by a squat, repugnant woman wading furiously into my office.

“I’m going to KILL YOU!” she shrieked

<blink> “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m going to wrap my hands around your neck and strangle you until you are dead”

“… what the hell are you talking about?”

“You stole all my board rooms!”

“So I take it you didn’t read your email?”

You see, dear readers, I had recently sent an email that used the phrase “Public Folders” which is all this woman read. And because she had forgotten where the boardrooms are in Outlook, she blamed me and decided that I should be strangled to death.

Incidently this is the same woman that regularly farts audibly at her desk.

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP oh sorry – it’s broccoli”

I don’t give a shit if you ate a suitcase full of radon, summon the effort to waddle your ass the 20 feet to the bathroom.

Jesus.

So I guess the moral of the story is 1) don’t send email and 2) don’t eat broccoli.