Mister Green

You're All On The List

To the guy talking on his cell phone while driving his tan Thunderbird in front of me on the expressway this morning, who jammed his brakes every time the car in front of him eased off the gas, even though Mr. Cell Phone was maintaining a reasonable and prudent following distance of approximately a quarter mile;

To the sweaty, unemployed, acne-ridden virgin who lives in his parents’ basement and took some time off today between video games and masturbation sessions to hit my employer with a DoS attack (no doubt using a script he downloaded somewhere and could never write on his own) on a day when our network engineer was out of the office and I was in charge of the department;

To my favorite internal customer, who takes no greater pleasure in life than asking me questions when anything goes wrong that all boil down to essentially, “I don’t understand the first thing about what you do but I’m not going to let that stop me from assuming that you’re completely incompetent, so how can you stand to not kill yourself from the shame of being such an overpaid, underqualified loser?”;

To these people who helped make my day such a delight, I offer the following heartfelt sentiment: Fuck you, and I hope you die.

Posted by Mr Green at August 17, 2004 09:51 PM