Conventional post-12th century depiction of the Biblical magi (Adoração dos Magos by Vicente Gil). Balthasar, the youngest magian, bears frankincense and represents Africa. To the left stands Caspar, middle-aged, bearing gold and representing Asia. On his knees is Melchior, oldest, bearing myrrh and representing Europe.
Wednesday I had a panic attack, and took the day off from work. I thought I had put coffee in my press but I must have grabbed this can instead.
Thursday when I returned, I realized these are the people I work with. Really the only difference in gender, see I work with mostly girls.
Friday morning I went in to work and my supervisor said that my desk MUST remain clean and mine was just a huge mess to much clutter she said... books and coffee mugs seem to set her off.
The best part of my day was when I was informed that while I was gone they, meaning the IT department, had found a virus on my computer. Of course I was blamed because you know I look up porn (blocked) Facebook (blocked) even thisisnthappiness (blocked), by the way that is an ART sight and yes it does contain photographs, a form of art, and yes sometimes the people are naked... OMG!
You know like this...
But it also contains photographs of...
a raven in flight
and just plain fun.
So I ask you why have I been blocked from a ART site that these twits claim is categorized as (pornographic)? Is the human body not a work of art, did God not create it just like he gave you a brain to use to learn how to do your job? Obviously the IT brain in my office is throwing out the "there is a gray area when it comes to what people think is porn" card. I am sure Rodan would disagree!
I can't stand my job, my boss is a Troll
The rest of the girls seem to find it hard to do 2 things at once and so answering the phone and typing on the computer is just way to much for them. So I come back from a 15 minute break to find one of the twits freaking out cause she doesn't know where to transfer this phone call and she can't find something and she ran out of water and Joe gave her this paper she has no idea what its for (on the top of it says "Daily Inspection Sheet" and Irene got a delivery of toner, what should she do with that and, and, and... I was gone for less that 15 minutes and this poor girl is having a total melt down, really, I mean these tasks are not that hard, I just want to tell her, "take a deep breath and use your brain, but then I realize that might cross into that gray area that most intelligent humans call free thinking or even, God forbid, creativity. You know that ability that God gave you, in addition to boobs, to fix things with your brain in a manner befitting a lady.
Oh and I have to go to the Troll on Monday and ask for more work so maybe they could give me a raise. Look into her eyes, could you do it?