mindful rage

Quite the day.  I was stopped no less than six times on my way to the cafeteria.  A few nominally reasonable questions as we have some conferences coming up in the building, but a lot of pablum as well.  After finally making my way to the microwave to heat up my food, I pop over to get some ice for my soda and turn around to someone blocking my way back to the microwave.

He proceeds to drone on about several questions I would consider to be pretty tedious.  My patience at this point is waning to nearly nothing.  Finally, I break in after doing mental calculations on whether or not it will be worth it, and realizing that he’s in no position in the company to cause me any grief:

“Todd, question for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember those nature specials, like Wild Kingdom?”
“Yeah?”
“And do you remember what generally happened if something got between an animal and his food?”
“Yea-oh.”
“Right.  Email me on the rest.  Food now.  Eat.”
“Oh… OK.”

ARRR UM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM

People who think that the “@” is an ampersand.

Yes, this about sums up where I’m at as a person right now.  Yes, it does that nicely.