Time...

Where the hell does it go? I come into the office and between the emails, phone ringing and people asking me questions I don't get anything done.

I swear to god if someone invites me to another meeting I'm going to lose it, strip naked and take a big shit on the boardroom table in front of everyone.

Why do people feel the need to copy me on email discussions they're having with other people. Are you crazy? Can't you tell by the way I ignore your emails I couldn't possibly care that you are asking so-and-so to do whatever-the-fuck?

Don't keep me in the loop. You should stand on a chair and put the loop around your neck and then kick the chair out from under you.

Aaah...that feels better.

R.