I like the word. Sychophants. It begins with the sound of the word “psycho”. And that pretty much explains it all.
March in the business world brings its own version of “March Madness” in that most all companies do their performance appraisals in March.
Yippee. For managers, you have to write up the appraisals, get the requisite approvals, and cover the review. And if you have any soul whatsoever, you have been keeping notes on the performance of your reports for the entire year so that the review you write isn’t a bunch of crap that you half-way remember in between watching reruns of “The Daily Show”.
And I work with a bunch of sychophants. Suck ups of the highest order. It turns my stomach.
And you want to know what else is pissing me off? Women bloggers. Yeah, I went down that road and I am looking to buy property. Get over it. When women talk about themselves, their bodies, their thoughts it is cool and edgy. If I talk about a woman I am creepy, or disgusting. And yet I read womens blogs where they talk about their breasts, and their vaginas in the most graphic terms, and THEY ARE READ MY THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. Both men and women. But just you wait, because if I started writing about my penis you could hear the stampede of browsers being closed all the way to Canada.
Though I do talk a bit about pooping, because pooping is pretty cool.
I digress. Continuing with the outrage.
Ah crap. I am done with the outrage. I just canm’t keep a good outrage rant going like I used to. I think I am going to go take a nap.
Or maybe poop.