My manager is a fuckin' prick. I won't go into the many reasons why because it won't accomplish anything and I just don't have that kind of time. No, it's enough for me to be able to say it as I can't voice the opinion aloud in my cubicle. Okay, I mouthed and whispered the sentiment -- and a few other things as well, but it's not really the same thing. And, to be honest, I'm just not angry enough to indulge in a proper rant. I've been feeling tired all week and ranting just seems to require too much energy, you know? Or, maybe, I've just gotten used to him being a fuckin' prick, so it no longer comes as a huge surprise.
Oh, well. Thankfully, he's not in tomorrow. I think that's the first piece of good news I've had today. *g*