grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

So I had a pseudo-fight with a co a couple of weeks ago regarding business cards and my lack of enthusiasm to have any. My main points being I'm a proofreader, I never leave my desk, I don't meet people, there's no reason any of our clients would need to get a hold of me (also because I've never met any of them), and I still have business cards from when I worked at the Harlingen paper back in 2000. I also said that if these business cards were necessary, to please have one of the VPs tell me so, and then I'll supply you with my info.

Today, I get business cards. I was never approached by any of the VPs telling me I absolutely had to have these business cards. And I'm not going to complain to anyone about it, but, I mean, I don't need business cards. They're a waste. I'm never going to use them. They're just going to languish away in my desk drawer until I eventually quit this job (which, you know, is going to happen sooner or later). Gah.

You know what I should do with the cards? I should pee on them. Or defecate on them, and them put them back on the desk of the graphic artist who made it his job to track down all my necessary info to put on these damnable waste of a tree and ink. That wouldn't be too rude and un-co-worker-like, would it?