Sometimes when work really sucks, and The Crack is whining or some pencil headed customer is venting his spleen - I just disconnect and fantasize about having a low stress fun job like being a fighter pilot.
Then I think about having perverts like Uncle Bob or Wirecutter for wingmen and remember that maybe I have life pretty good with my crappy sales job, HAR HAR HAR!
Argle bargle, flipper off, over and out! (That's how us fighter pilots say 'have a great day').
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