XTC Party, Location: My Desk

The divine forces of the universe have saved my sanity via XTC.

Office. Politics. Suck. Ass. My 'extended' contract ends December 14. A few collegues have written letters on my behalf objecting to the union policy. Since then, my daily life has turned into an on-going episode of office Survivor: whispers, closed door meetings, alliances...low to moderate hostility. The Deans are not appreciating the pressure being put on them. Yesterday I was reminded with smile,

You're welcome to leave at any time, you know!
*insert fake mutal laughter here*

You see, in office world, every conflict is masked in fake sentiment. It is completley imparative that the continuum of fake positivity is sustained. If not, NASA..err I mean FGS will explode. Since I was blessed with a huge ego, this doesn't really jive with how my mind operates:

Suck my hairy nonexistant cock balls! Of course I want out of here! But that won't pay my rent, you shit!

The longer these thoughts are supressed, the possibility of me going postal continues to augment. I need to leave before I experience a for-real segment of Dave Chappelle's When keeping it real, goes all wrong. Seriously, readers. Yesterday was close.

This morning to work I was listening to Black Sea in full for the first time.

Don't lose your temper:

Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cos I love you when you're wild
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cos I'd hate you to grow mild
Since you took that job with a company
You've changed so much you just won't recognize me
They have you dressed up like a secretary
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are
Since you've been listening to that linguaphone
You're speaking in a voice that is not your own
I'm not sure if it's you when I call home
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are
Whatever happened to my fighting, biting, lightning lioness
Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl
I think I preferred it when your hair was in a mess
Brittle girl, brittle girl
They're not your real curls
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it

I'm so done with this. To celebrate, there will be a non-stop XTC party at my desk for T-minus 20 work days until Yuppie Jen is dead.
See you next round, office bitches. You're going to be working for me.