Follow the Yellow Brick Road

To the land of jack skulls. Seriously, I am truly blessed. There must be at least 10 short buses that stop to deliver the waterheads that work in my wing. I walked up the stairs already agitated because I was behind one of the biggest goat poking retards that work by me. Of course I had to hear the "How's it goin'?" eminate from his fucking pathetic maw. As we hit the door to the wing I knew something was amiss. The tard started to get really excited and giggle, it always reminds me of a puppy getting really excited just before pissing on themselves. I walked through the door and I saw it. Wizard of Oz pictures hanging on the doors plus the slapjacks had wasted about 3000 post it notes in their attempt to make a yellow brick road. Why do I have to work with Corky and all of the special people? What did I do in life to deserve such punishment? I must have pissed off some higher powers and they are seeing how long it takes before I snap and start going on a gene pool cleansing. Maybe there is some master plan to eliminate some losers from the company. If I ever come into work and find a conviently placed bat or club near my cube, I will know that there is a conspiracy afoot. For now, I will just put on the headphones and stay close to my cube, away from the morons.