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Effing Things Up In A Very Public and Obvious manner
08/09/2002 - 5:56 p.m.
There is nothing worse than effing things up in a very public and obvious manner.
Well, that's not true.
There is something worse than effing things up in a very public and obvious manner, which is:
Doing it again really soon (like an hour) after the first big eff-up, and then looking like you effed things up right after that, even though you didn't, really, because really no one could have predicted what happened, but because it was on your watch, so to speak, it looks like its your fault.
Oh yeah, there's something even worse than all the above mess, which I know is cryptic but believe me you don't want to know the details any more than I want to repeat them, just trust me that they're the kind of things that end up costing several people a couple of hours of useful worktime apiece, and that is:
effing up your backup scheme so that you delete some work you spent several hours on and that someone else needs to look at yesterday, so that you can look forward to spending pretty much the whole dizblasted weekend working working working like a maniac from the maniac house, and wishing you had Super Monkey Powers so you could get the work done faster.
Or you could turn into your giant robot alter - ego, Redgantor, so you could just blow up the whole mess and leave a charred, smoking hole in the ground where your office used to be.
And I'm not even going to start on the fact that my coworker is blasting "Bring on the Night" by the stupid Police, and though there are Police songs I like less than "Bring on the Night," there aren't many.
Or that right now, there is a banner at the top of this page that is simply a picture of the Gin Blossoms. No text, no animation, no subliminal messages. Just the effing Gin Blossoms. The goll derned no'count shazfrazzid pants-wearing filthy schmutz-covered mother-dogging Gin Blossoms!
And you know what's worse? I recognize the feather-thonged yoyos!
Music to be peeved as a punch in the nose by:
La Peste - "Better Off Dead"
"Well your mother came in
And she was stinking of gin she said
You keep your hands off my daughter
Your hands'll turn red"
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