Not many things piss me off.
A Viking loss.
Wife nagging about something I was already going to do.
Pettiness.
If you want to push my buttons, there it is in bright red lettering with the glow of a Las Vegas strip casino. I hate fuckin pettiness.
Today I was sent home from work due to someone's pettiness. My normal day-to-day activities deal with a computer, a website, a printer, and occasionally a meeting. I don't have many face-to-face interactions, one that I'd welcome but its not part of the daily grind.
Due to an obscure part of the dress code at work, someone disapproved of my Viking's polo shirt and after being at work for EIGHT HOURS, I was told to go home. Again E-I-G-H-T HOURS it took for someone to be so offended by my looks to send me to the backed up WSOP episodes on my DVR.
One thing I enjoyed up to this point about my job was the lack of petty squabbles and how daily work seemed to just flow, that's gone now.
I feel bad for those who enjoyed my positive attitude while being around people I enjoy the company of, because my more serious business-like side will likely come out due to this.
I'll forego the Janet Super Bowl pic because my tits weren't exposed.
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