Please don't take this too seriously.

[rah]

I had over 4600 in my inbox the other day. I guess I've been busy. It took be a few hours to get it down to a manageable 600.

[The Mad Monk]

Stop subscribing to those porn sites!

[Lorizael]

I'm so glad I don't have an important job.

[Sava]

you have another mental disorder?

durh

[Sava]

HEY EVERYBODY MY LIFE SUCKS OVER HERE.

Controlling two systems with a single K/M might just be the fix you're looking for.

[rah]

Stop subscribing to those porn sites!

Worse. Vendors. It's bad enough that I'm listed as a IT director. That gets me way too many solicitations as it is, but for some reason one of the business magazines had be tagged as a CFO and no matter how many times I contact them, it's already out in the net so I get all these financial emails too.

Any email that starts with "I hope this finds you well" gets instantly deleted.

[Sava]

[Lorizael]

Here I am at Panera with my writing group, torturing myself. Me, the ex, and two other writers. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here. There's nothing I'm writing right now. I want to have a chat with the ex tonight, let her know that, I guess, this whole friendship thing isn't really working out. I'm not entirely sure why I'm going to do that, but it seems like the right thing to do? Monkeys. I hate myself. I should eat something.

[Lorizael]

And she looks great, too. ****ing summer. And I think she's on the phone with the boyfriend. Death hell burn kill fire. I should really go play in traffic or something else healthier.

[Lorizael]

Heh. I was wrong. Still, I need to get a grip. Maybe I should write something?

[Sava]

Death hell burn kill fire.

[Lorizael]

I don't know what that is, but I'm afraid.

[N35t0r]

Angry space invaders

[The Mad Monk]

Worse. Vendors. It's bad enough that I'm listed as a IT director. That gets me way too many solicitations as it is, but for some reason one of the business magazines had be tagged as a CFO and no matter how many times I contact them, it's already out in the net so I get all these financial emails too.

Any email that starts with "I hope this finds you well" gets instantly deleted.

I feel you. I manage a small chemical plant. You can't imagine the amount of used equipment that gets pitched at me. I mean, how many hot oil boiler systems or Poly-Isobutylene plants do they think I need?

[The Mad Monk]

Here I am at Panera with my writing group, torturing myself. Me, the ex, and two other writers. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here. There's nothing I'm writing right now. I want to have a chat with the ex tonight, let her know that, I guess, this whole friendship thing isn't really working out. I'm not entirely sure why I'm going to do that, but it seems like the right thing to do? Monkeys. I hate myself. I should eat something.

There's your first problem. Never go there. Panera is overpriced pretentious food for hipsters, douches, and hipster douches.