One of my coworkers, Mr. “Mc” is one of my favorite people. Unfortunately, I am probably not one of Mr “Mc’s” favorite people.
You see, Mr. Mc has been tasked to write an assessment of my job performance. Mr. Mc wants to do a good job, but I’m not helping much. Despite the fact I’m kick-ass, my company has some need to assemble a paper mountain of bullshit on me. It sucks. Like I said, I haven’t helped Mr Mc very much. I’m a POS when it comes to paper mountains, and I’m even worse when it comes to writing about me.
You’re probably asking, “you have time to write this nonsense. Why don’t you just do this favor for Mr. Mc?” Well, I am. Right now. I’m doing corporate paperwork on a Saturday freaking night in one of the live cities in the US. I could be at a club, having a drink, watching some fine adult ladies; instead I’m writing an assessment. My life sucks.
Which, by the way, I’m staying in a hotel here. There’s a couple in the room next to me that’s having a GREAT Saturday. Yep. I’d tell them to “get a room”, but they already have a room. They’ve been sharing the pleasures of their day with me.
After the chick started making a hella lot of noise in there, I started clapping. The guy grunted something about “great”. Probably regarding his own performance.