I had another set-to with my boss yesterday afternoon. Both of us had been busily engaged in the preparation of tender documents and shortly after I’d completed my task, I strolled off to the casa del excremento to contemplate the infinite and catch up on world news.
When I returned, it was to discover that the aforementioned individual* had ransacked the contents of my MY document and made off with half the appendices to complete HIS sodding document. Now these items aren’t things I can simply reprint – we’re talking about original certificates and certified copies here. I honestly thought I was going to black out from irritation.
It looks like I’m going to have to fast-track the roll-out of Cayennetology if I want to avoid ending up as Tony Yengeni’s cell-mate. Despite all evidence to the contrary, murder is still illegal in SouthAfrica.Damn,IthinkIjustbrokemykeyboard.
* I can’t think of an expletive that adequately conveys my loathing for him right now.
the other side of the mountain 
I’m sorry that your crappy day and ‘puter troubles just made me laugh really hard.
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hey kyk, im sorry bout ur day… though i would suggest calling him from another number and harrassing him at 3 in the morning could help..
you know heavy breathing type thing,
On his house phone so he has to answer…
or u could get the fruit fairies to do something bout it…
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You only broke the spacebar. I did that once, and had to copy and paste a space between each word for a couple days til I could get another keyboard. Sorry!
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See, if it had been the other boss, I could have, you know… leaned on him a little. 😉
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luke: “…crappy day…” – very witty. At least it had some benefit.
Shortypam: I think it’s going to have to be the fruit fairies. There’s no way I’m losing any sleep over this guy.
Miss Cellania: The offending keyboard has been replaced. The guy from IT support was about to ask how I managed to crack my spacebar, but decided he didn’t really want to know when he saw my expression.
barbedwire: *sigh* if only…
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Well at least u managed to send me some mail and stuff BEFORE the terrible ‘crash of the keyboard’. Thanks again Kyk! :))
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What’s with all the violence? I thought they were tender documents.
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::wave:: from the top o’ the list, by the way!
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Let’s do the poo in a paper bag gag on him this weekend. Puleeeez, can we, can we?
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Bee: Don’t worry, I had a plan all worked out to swap my keyboard with his during lunch [cue ‘Mission Impossible’ theme…]
Mandy: We’re trying to toughen ’em up.
Katt: I might have agreed if we were using your car. There’s a good reason they don’t use getaway scooters in the movies.
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I got a whole string of expletives ready when you are.
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anne: I knew I could count on you 🙂
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What?! Absolutely rotten and underhanded; even too much so for ME to admire. Hmm. I can only hope the lack of keyboard cooperation is due to you beating said individual about the head and neck with it. Accidentally, of course.
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You have just reminded me why I always HATED working in an office…there are PEOPLE there who ANNOY me and who I’d like to MAIM in a bad way.
So maybe I’ll stick with trawling around in my car from company to company – at least I get to leave the gits behind after 2 hours with them.
ps. do the poo in a bag thing.
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good gravy… can absolutely NO-ONE be trusted anymore!
so did you smack him one and demand he return what he took?
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Well, did you at the very least enjoy your time in the casa del excremento…
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LiVEwiRe: Sadly, no. I tend to type furiously when I’m furious and just thinking about it set me off.
Geena: This is why I want people to give me all their money. It would go a long way towards restoring my tranquility.
angel: I tried, but to no avail.
Within Without: But of course. Meditation of any sort is good for this hole – I mean, the soul.
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“Getaway scooters” Bwahahaha! I like that.
(It would make for a good scene, actually, in a decent South African comedy (movie).)
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God Kyk – that is frightfully annoying. Is there no way you can get them back from him? Barring a fat slap or two?
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Mandy: It will have to wait until I’m done with my Hollywood screenplay.
Peas: There’s an Atomic Wedgie with his name written all over it. Coming soon. Oh yes.
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lol! I swear I actually heard your spacebar break 😀
Bummer ’bout the asshole boss, but thanks for the laugh Dude.
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Eeek, that sucks! Throw your keyboard at him… no wait, then you couldn’t blog, nevermind!
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It’s POSSESSION. It’s freeking possession. I’ve spent the last day trying to think what nine tenths of the law was. I’ve heard it many times before and even quoted it…but could I recall it when I saw your title. I had to freekin’ Google it. Geez.
I guess each of your readers has their own little story to tell, huh?
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Terri: I live to serve.
shirley: I’m training an elite squad of mosquitos to sort him out.
Brian the Mennonite: You speak like a man possessed. Which side of the law are you?
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Kyk steal them back….
Pleased to see you can still comment despite the broken keyboard, although I do notice a distinct lack of”f” words….
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excremento happens!
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