Hi, ho, hi, ho...

I'm not off work, just yet.

I am still irritated at the laziness of the other temps here.

Picture this: You have a stack of papers to match with a bunch of folders. Each folder is part of a set. "C5" "D4" etc. Each stack of paper is also labeled in this manner.

Now, pretend that, instead of being incredibly organised, and actually labeling everything properly, the person who ordered the folders fucked themselves with a chainsaw (now, that would be amusing), and therefore, half of every stack of folders belongs to another stack.

With me so far?

Good.

Now, it is your task to match everything. Do you, A) Consistantly match everything because the sets all match; B) Have to exert yourself a bit, because some of the piles are labeled wrong; or, C) Match only what you can, then pretend you're still working for another half-day before finally going away.

If you chose C, then you're one of the fucking temps from downstairs, I want your intestines decorating the walls of E3, and your paychecks for the last two months.

To those who chose B, good for you. You may live.

To those who chose A, in a perfect world, this would actually be possible. But, since the people who ordered the files were JUST as incompetent as the third floor temps, it will never happen. Ever.

In other news, all of Patrice's files matched today. I think hell froze over.

Since it was a -30 windchill, I think it did.

And I made bread.