Come on down...
The worst kind of Hell is when it's self-induced. You have to suffer all of the pain and but get none of the sympathy. You can spot the "weekenders" in our office. Come Tuesdays they're all having stand-up rows with the receptionist over their paper clip allocation or the trying to get the maintenance guy sacked over his "attitude" problem. The girl in the office next to me only slams her door on Tuesdays. Funny that.
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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