I think I was channeling my inner Wednesday Addams today. I don’t look like a problem, but most homicidal maniacs don’t. And because my boss would ask, I must assure that I was not armed – though it may have helped the project if I was.
I came out of that meeting really wishing I could have smacked the people in it across the head ….
…..with a frying pan…..
….or a machete.
A gun – well, it would have been too impersonal for me. I needed a physical outlet of striking someone with something. Not even throwing something would have satiated it.
Politicking will bring out my homicidal maniac every time!
While I initially joined this project and felt sympathetic for everyone on it, it quickly changed to apathy. I truly could care less about the history because, well, I’m focused on getting shit done. I mean, this has been going on too long … now? Just get the fucking project done already. I’m already sick of it, dammit.
As I told someone today, these fuckers are driving me to drink.