You know those days when everyone is asking something from you and then each of those people does something wrong and comes back to you with more questions and you wonder, suddenly, if everyone you work with is incompetent, that it's a miracle they even make it into the office day after day unharmed, how the world is, in essence, run by these very blockheads, paramount decisions made every second by these weenies, and when they say "so sorry to keep bothering you" you want to scream "if you were really sorry you'd shut yer gaddamn traps you lousy mouth-breathers!" but instead you fake chuckle, wave a dismissive hand, and say "oh please, no worries!"?
Or even better, gas them with your smoke breath:
For the record: I work with a group of very bright individuals. I just happen to be impossibly impatient and downright Scroogey.
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