Sunday I went to a barbecue at my cousin’s house. Their next door neighbors are awesome, and frequent barbecues at their house. This weekend they brought over a couple in their mid 20s along with their kids. The young guy works with one of the neighbors, and had a hatchet man tattoo on his forearm. They were awesome and the barbecue was pleasant. Then one of the kids said “dad I’m hungry,” and I positioned myself as close to the conversation as possible…just in case…and there it was: “Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Whoop Fucking Whoop!
So, at some point today someone sent an e-mail…to just about everyone that works for the multi-billion dollar corporation where I work. Over the next couple hours just about everyone sent out a version of either ‘I’m pretty sure this wasn’t meant for me’ or ‘please stop replying all’ and it got to the point that the company had to shut down the e-mail servers for the entire company. I began to think that either 1. everyone who sent an e-mail should be fired, or 2. everyone who didn’t send an e-mail should get a raise. Also, today finalized my decision to find a different job. Not because of anything that happened today exactly, but because I had an opinion. It came a little to close to TPS reports.
My lifeblarity is in the shitter
Your friends go through things that you wish you could go through for them. Sometimes all you can do is nothing. Sometimes you wish they could just go on with their day. Sometimes you feel helpless.