russianswinga.livejournal.comDearest user:
My programmer job application clearly stated that a requirement of my position is that I should be able to lift 50-75 pounds. I am employed as said programmer. I am carrying said 50 pounds right now, as you can probably tell by the Optiplex 270 towers I have in each of my hands. I have just carried them down 3 flights of stairs and had to use my leg to open the door. Yet you approach me as I cross the parking lot holding these two machines, and proceed to stop me and ask me a question regarding your handheld. When I tell you to take it to the helpdesk, you persist in asking me if I can give you any steps to fix your wireless issue.
Why yes, yes I can.
Step 1: walk to an area that has wireless coverage. I.E. NOT the parking lot
Step 2: kindly let me proceed, as my fingers are burning from holding these awkward towers, and I'm not inclined to drop them on the ground.
And dear user... FUCK YOU! I will likely not be able to lift my fork as I try to eat dinner tonight due to your decision to get your issue resolved by me as opposed to the help desk. I repeat it again: FUCK YOU. You did not just cause me inconvenience, you, through your sheer stupidity, or social ineptitude, caused me personal injury. I hope when the next round of layoffs comes, you'll be the first to go. But knowing the seniority procedure at this institution, it will, of course, be me.