Stupid, f*in’ Mondays

It’s only 9:30 and I’m so fucking mad I can’t see straight. I’m going to grab our inventory project manager and our SQL DBA and bangs their fucking heads together. AHHH!!!

According to the inventory manager, none of us knows how to use the PDA’s we have for inventory. No, fucknuts, the problem is that you constantly manipulate the Access database that contains the inventory. If you’d keep your freakin’ hands off of it, it’d be fine. It’s not like this stuff is rocket science. You point the PDA, click the button, read what is says, and if it’s fine, then leave it alone. If it’s wrong, then you change it. It’s almost IMPOSSIBLE to fuck it up because you’re so limited in the amount of information you can change. This is the 2nd time in two weeks that we…Hang on a sec…damn….someone brought Krispy Kreme donuts…3 dozen….Be right back.

Hmm. Imagine that. I’m not mad anymore. Two Krispy Kreme donuts and my problems just melt away. Maybe we should open one of these in Iraq?