madness
Of all the things I have to do at my job, the one I hate the most is Instant Messaging.
I hate how Incubus sends me an email to turn my IM on when he is in the office two steps away from me.
I despise how Incubus sends me obscure questions and expects instant answers.
I hate how IM forces an immediate decision and response.
I hate how IM takes up so much time.
I hate how if you don’t respond to instant messages, people keep asking you the same stupid questions over and over again.
Case in point:
Ping!
Incubus: Don’t kill me. Lost wallet. Need you to cancel credit cards and get replacements. i did some already 
Beatrix Kiddo: (God almighty. Yearly ritual #75) OK. Which ones did you cancel already?
Ping!
I: the what?
BK: (Here we go) The cards you lost some of which you just said you canceled. Tell me which ones so I don’t have to call them again
Ping!
I: what fo
BK: (I hope you know it takes a lot, A LOT, of restraint not to gauge his eyes out with a plastic fork) So I can get on with the business at hand
Ping!
I: which is?
BK: Never mind (I pledge to poison your Perrier water just as soon as I figure out which untraceable venom induces a slow and excruciating death by tying your intestines into knots, jackass)
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