Venting My Frustration

I was talking to P-Sun (yes, talking, not tweeting or IMing or some other fomr of e-talking) earlier today and he was giving me some psychotherapy.  It's been a long month at work.  I turned 35.  My baby is now a toddler (she turned 2).  Then, I realized that I actually live Office Space.

Remember this scene?

After the jump, read the text from an actual email earlier today.  Watch that video.  Then, pay close attention.

"We wouldn't mind at all if you decided to show your support for the Cardinals by wearing red to work tomorrow ----

So, you know, wear red ... if you want to.  Ummm, yeah.

I, uh, actually do this, too.  Except ("accept"?) I have less hair and a better shirt.

Why can't I get questions like this?  Then I could retire and stuff.

Hopefully, P-Sun is right and after the winI'll get my O-Face on.

In the meantime, I arranged for "Hawaiian Shirt Day" tomorrow in honor of our office manager and her education at the feet of Bill Lumbergh.  We haven't told her that yet, though.  Maybe that will make me smile.

Flip through some the skits and compilations while you're over at YouTube.  It will be worth your time.

GO CARDINALS!!!!!"