Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th can be freaky to some, for me, my day started with being annoyed. It happens to be one of the managers 50th birthdays up here. The sheep that eat the grass in this area decided that they would decorate the shit out of the wing. Much like they did when a bunch of the nerds got back from anal wrangling and fishing somewhere. They put up pictures of them sticking their cocks into fish and shit like that. Well anyway, they decorated Tom's cube, the walls, the urinals in the can, what ever they could fucking put streamer and tinsel and ballons. So for about the first hour of the day, the monkies were up here in awe kind of like the monolith scene from 2001 a space stupidity. God, listening to nerds and dweebs fawn over an old crotchety bastard that is having a birthday is 1000 times worse then having someone grate their fingernails over a chalkboard while kicking you in the balls and blasting Celine Deion in your ears. I only wish that we all worked seven days a week, cause I really miss the din over the weekend. I might have to start recording the intelligence vacuum so I can play it back over the weekend.