A DVD! New Post-its still haven't arrived nor have they found the hidden ones in the I.T. guy's office, so the Phantom Noter has made do with a DVD. I put it in my computer and was promptly greeted with the full screen message "SHUT THE FUCK UP". Classy. I always like this guy when he uses his words. It's invigorating.
Apparently this person doesn't work on my floor because if he did, he'd know that we're already out of toilet paper. That's because of the long procession of "gentlemen" who use the facilities 20 feet from my desk like it's Hiroshima and they leave the door wide open for the fallout to knock out everyone in my area. I've complained to management about the noxious smell you can taste and custodial about getting the door to automatically close itself, but to no avail. My next move is to accost the staff in the office commissary and strongly urge them to provide healthier meals with less red meat and bacon.
Also, I've been wanting to put a bullet through Bart Simpson's head for years. He's just not that funny anymore.
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