The day started when I arrived to my work place, sat in my desktop and tried to log on to my computer, the bitch wouldn’t respond to my commands.  I took a DEEP breath and began to troubleshoot the piece of crap.  It was the CD-RW drive, for some reason it ceased to work and the whole system broke down.  A few hours later a few people came complaining because their passwords expired, and they were demanding an explanation, godammit!, hello!?, security reasons?…, morons…

Then I started working, debugging a web application that I made a year ago, the engineers have been complaining for a few months now because sometimes the application wont work the way they want (the way is suppose to work).  So I start looking at the code, trying to figure out why I made things and how I “attacked” the problems, and then I found out what was wrong.  I keep staring at the monitor, looking at the code trying to come up with a solution.   I am in a deep state of thinking when suddenly some motherfucker that was walking by the hallway where my desk is located moves my monitor, but it was not a small movement, no, the monitor was now facing the other side of the wall, I get all angry and pissed off so I look at him with the “look of death” and then I say:

Me while turning the monitor: What is your problem?
Asshole: Huh?, none!, I just saw you so concentrated that I had to do something!
Me angrier: Well, I am TRYING to WORK here, do you mind?, don’t you have anything better to do?, like, I don’t know, clean the toilets or something?

Asshole keeps staring at me surprised by my reaction…

Me: Well, are you going to stay there all day?, move!

He didn’t say anything more, just moved away from my desk.  Then I start to look at the code again trying to remember the solution that the moron made me forget.  Then I get all fired up and start writing code, I am really inspired, things are looking great, but suddenly some co workers come by and ask me if there are problems with the Mail Server.  I get angry again, I hate when people interrupt me, more so when I am programming.  I dispatch them saying that I have been able to send emails all day long, that it must be ok.  Then a few minutes later some other employee approaches with the same question.  So I get off my ass and start checking the Mail Server.  To my surprise a “plug in” that I installed several months ago stopped working, sabotage?, things don’t just stop working!, I check the logs to see if someone else have been using the server, but no, apparently it just stopped working by itself, hmmm…, I fix it and get back to work.

Once again, I am coding, really inspired and eager to finish when I hear a “JOSEEEEEE”, ugh, one of the fatties was calling me.  The fatties are the managers of the company, all of them are fat, really fat.  This cabrón cant use the intercom, no, he has to yell my name all over the office, how professional is that?, again, I get all angry, but you cant bad mouth management, so I just say a harsh and cold “What?”.  He wanted me to go to his office and pick up some CD’s and Floppies that he has no use for, then I ask him why he didn’t bring them down with him, and he tells me that he was busy, and so I tell him that I am busy too, that I will go to his office sometime later today, then he tells me that later today he has an appointment out of the office (yeah, he is going to sleep…).  To finish this “entertaining” conversation, I get off my ass to get the fucking CD’s. 

When I get back to my desk I am so frustrated because I actually wanted to work, but these fuckers have been bugging me all day long, so I decided to lay back and don’t do anything else for the rest of the day. 

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