Since the moment I set foot in the office this morning it has been one farging motherfunking icehole thing after another. You know? Demands, deadlines, niggles.
It's been damaging my calm, quite frankly. Left me feeling like everyone needs to just get out of my face for a wee while. Do not make me add up your figures for you! Desist asking me if I have been to the bank yet, for the third time! Reconsider your choice of calling me 10 minutes before the report deadline to remind me, again! (For I am brimming over with awareness of that fact.)
Despite the illustration, I'm not a man of violence. Not one to put up the dukes, or even sissy slap and run. Oh, but at moments like this... fear the tongue. If everything goes quiet, and a sort of preternatural calm descends, then run.
And don't stop running.