I want a can of "Work Be Gone" so freaking bad tonight.

I came into the office to a whole load of emails. Alright, no problem. I can do that, right?

First, I began a printing job. 28 copies of brochures that are 257 pages long each. Okay, started that.

Second, I started reimaging a machine (essentially reinstalling a new operating system, etc).

Third, I began updating hundreds (literally - I do not exaggerate here) of accounts.

The phone rings.

And rings.

and RINGS.

I'm fielding phone calls, rushing to finish the image, rushing to grab the brochures before they overfill the printer tray every few minutes and still updating the accounts.

My mood plummets. An hour after getting to work I was close to eating my telephone out of rage.



Okay, perhaps I wasn't that bad, but like Hulk - I wanted to smash. Unfortunately, with my luck and (as Bryon calls it) my Doom Cloud, I would have just broken a hand...or my spleen.