I feel like Milton from Office Space. I've been at my job for a bit over a year, and they're getting ready to make me move for the 5th fucking time. I just got my very own space last month and now I've got to go back to a smaller cube and share with somebody because of some stupid shit. The guy who's taking my cube for his new employee is the husband of the lady who decides who is located where.
If they move me again I'm going to set fire to the building... my stapler....
If they move me again I'm going to set fire to the building... my stapler....
i guess i didn't get the memo...
i've heard there is a range in florence
(15 minutes south of me) and there is a
reputable gun shop in newport (one city over)
called garrets that could prob point me
in the right direction.
i've nothing better to do than peel