you can't buy delicious pizza with compliments

today my supervisor at "work" told me i could take next thursday and friday off. really? i can really only have a two-day work week of 8 or less hours? really? golly gee, thanks. oh, but what's that? you've gotten compliments about my work. well, isn't that great. i sure hope my landlord takes compliments for rent, because i know they stopped taking "i'll be your best friend"s a while ago. (and yes, i ripped that off from here.)

oh, and here's a tip to people at "work" 1) who have never bothered to say even "hi" to me while walking down the hall, 2) who have increasingly loud conversations about non-work topics while i'm trying to work (which usually results in me having to turn my music really loud and having to re-read what i was just reading), and 3) who i don't know the name of and who probably don't know my name, yeah, if you fit those three criteria, you should not quasi-jokingly tell me to slow down while i walk down the hall because the pictures you're laying out on the other side of my cubicle in the hall get disturbed because of how fast i walk. if you are going to quasi-joke with me, you should have the decency to at least kinda know me first, otherwise, well, you don't know how i'll react, which, in this case, is with anger. why you gotta be all print bastardy?

grrrrrrr.