Post-I.T.

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Talk about resounding success! That asshole in I.T. got fired!! Game, set, and match! Now everyone has something to gossip about around here other than me for a good solid week. They should be kissing my feet for the service I selflessly performed on their behalf. No one around here liked that guy. Now I finally get a Post-It-free environment and I can go back to doing what I do best: being awesome and surfing the Internet.

I shall miss his near-daily suggestions for my death (both accidental and intentional) and somewhat entertainingly childish drawings of my cat and piles of poop, but not enough to care about his employment status. I certainly won't miss his surly attitude, greasy haircut, nonstop monologues about the latest superhero movies and why I should care about "The Hobbit", ironic soul patch, and inability to update my computer past Windows XP.  I could go on, but I won't.

You're welcome, co-workers!