...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

corona virus 2: no lungs for you boogaloo

UGH

I hate anglerfishes. HATE them. Shine a light in MY face, you rude scaly piece of shit? Ill punch you in your fucking snaggle-toothed mouth! Get wrecked. Lying to me with their stupid little lamps. Disgusting.

Oh my GOD what is the actual point of a "team meeting" where all that happens is that two members of the team monopolize the whole thing by blarting and shouting and not letting anyone else get a word in, just because they're the two with the loudest voices (and oh my god, so little to say).

There was literally no need for the rest of us to be there - could have just shut these two in and let them bellow and bluster to their yappy hearts content for all the input the rest of us had, and for all the good that came of it

Second-best thing about the way MAG200 went down is that, lacking any information to the contrary, I am now free to declare that Joshua "coffin guy" Gillespie, Karolina "guess I'll die" Gorka, Dylan "monster pig" Anderson and Craig "probably a cannibal" Goodall all made it through Jonahpalooza unscathed, and nobody can tell me otherwise

Listening to old-school ESCAPE! radio plays and there's one that's basically Vincent Price narrating a modern(ish) version of An Occurrence at Owl Creek and there's a bit where he's being marched to the gas chamber and he's like, ACTUALLY NO MY BEAUTIFUL BODY IS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE KILLED NOW I AM IMMUNE TO POISON GASES BECAUSE I'M JUST TOO HOT TO DIE, FUCK YOU, and then he uses yoga to become immortal and I'm like, this is stupid but also, I *wish* i had your confidence sir.

Challenger Deep, get fucked. Stay Out Deep. Leave That Shit Alone Deep. There's Nothing Down Here You Wanna See, Trust Me Deep. Stop looking at the ocean. It isn't FOR you.

True crime podcast: a twenty-one year old woman goesto.sleep in her locked apartment. The next day... SHE VANISHES!

me: oohhh, sounds scary, tell me more!

TCP: she lived in an upstairs apartment and she had loud parties with stomping and loud music, so her downstairs neighbours didn't like her

Me: neighbours did it, good for them, she deserved death, fuck her *deletes episode*

Christ, I wish people would STOP putting their fucking two cents in to situations they weren't asked about and DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, like can you keep your fucking trap shut long term enough so that moving house isn't made MORE STRESSFUL THAN IT NEEDS TO BE by the mouthing off of no-nothing blowhards CHRIST

There's a department in the company I work for that is not doing well. Certainly from the places where my work intersected with theirs, they've never been particularly good - information not passed on, jobs left half-finished or not done at all, having to be chased multiple times to hand over relevant documents, etc - but the last few months they've gotten a lot worse on multiple fronts. Things got bad enough that the administrative work that intersects with mine has been taken off them and now the department I'm in handles that whole side of it.

Turns out they're at least four months behind - I say at least because I'm expecting there to be stuff pre-COVID that they haven't processed either, but I won't have time to look for it 'til I sort out the stuff from June onwards - and of the paperwork they've handed over, two-thirds of it is missing information or just plain wrong.

I ended up putting together a spreadsheet with all the stuff that I needed correcting/filling in and sending it back - unfortunately it's not information I can access myself and it's not a situation where I can hazard a best guess in order to move forward.

(by this point I've spent a day and a half on this mess)

The guy who has let his work back up for a full THIRD OF A YEAR and then sent unusable GARBAGE to the team cleaning it up decided this was the point at which he would get snotty over email. I had to go take a quick breather away from my computer because the response I wanted to send... honestly, it wouldn't have made it through the filters, so I'd probably be fine, but still.

I sent the spreadsheet on to my supervisor along with a note explaining that the missing info was why I wasn't further along and that I'd jump back on it when I had the right info, which she's fine with, but... ARGH.

Where do these people get off?! I'm already doing a chunk of this guy's job because he couldnt, and hand-holding him through the bits he's still supposed to be doing but isn't! At what point is his incompetence a reason to get arse-y with me, the person already wiping his metaphorical arse!! ARGH.

Anyway, rant over, I hope that guy steps on Lego.

Remember that guy from #skulduggerypleasant whose wife left him for a Hollow Man? Ouch.