So, as my job winds down into a chaotic bucket of insanity poop, NEW INSPIRATION

[Doktor Howl]

THIS fucking guy.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Those SHOES!

[Doktor Howl]

I just needed to freeze that image into my head for tomorrow.

[Doktor Howl]

It occurs to me that I have no urge to bow out gracefully.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It occurs to me that I have no urge to bow out gracefully.

And indeed, it can only get better from here. For a given value of "better".

[Ben Shapiro]

Move to Texas God's Country!

[The Wizard Joseph]

I really hope that's a scarf dragging behind him. This pic I want on my office wall.. if I'm ever doomed to office work anyway.

It occurs to me that I have no urge to bow out gracefully.

Sometimes grace is just not the CORRECT way. Fuck em!

[Doktor Howl]

It occurs to me that I have no urge to bow out gracefully.

And indeed, it can only get better from here. For a given value of "better".

Lillie has sensed a difference, much as a caribou might sense a tiger nearby.  By which I mean, she knows something has changed, but has no experience with the results of the change.  I no longer give a fuck if I work here, and I am not bothering to hide it.

She is apparently used to people being paralyzed by fear for their job.

In any case, she informed me this morning that I wasn't qualified or capable of doing some very simple tests.  I told her that I was, that it was in fact my job, and if this was a problem then we should just call HR right now.  I had a smile on my face - maybe a GRIN, come to think of it, and she wasn't mentally prepared for the reaction in general.  I don't think she's "beaten" or even "intimidated", but she can't find the ground under her feet.  She is under an immense amount of stress, and the additional stress brought on by what might seem to be a crazy person running maintenance has put her off balance.

I am become Shiva, Destroyer of Arse Biscuits.

[Doktor Howl]

Move to Texas God's Country!

If I leave this state, which I will not, I will be heading Northwest.  Only Portland offers me the type of job I'd need, and the sheer level of fucking weirdness that I require to survive.

[Doktor Howl]

All is chaos.  All except the immaculate glass hallway in which I stand, observing said chaos.  It's like it's a TV show or maybe a bank of monitors like in the Heath Ledger Batman movie.  Everything around me is quiet, and I am absolutely fascinated by the ruckus and by the fact that I had allowed myself to care about said ruckus for so many years.

[LMNO]

So... is Lillie just a bad person, or is she more obliviously living in a self-deluded/centered world of her own creation?

[Doktor Howl]

So... is Lillie just a bad person, or is she more obliviously living in a self-deluded/centered world of her own creation?

She is a moral sump and a micromanaging control freak.  She finds it absolutely unnecessary to be courteous.

Example:  This morning, I was describing the means by which to troubleshoot compressor 419.  She interrupted 6 times, one of which times she asked the safety guy what I should do.   The safety guy has zero (0) knowledge of air compressors.  He just sat there embarrassed, it being very obvious that he had just been used as a tool in an attempt to humiliate me.

[Doktor Howl]

I wasn't humiliated.  I was amused, and decided right there and then to quit.

[LMNO]

I see massive explosions and fires in the future.

[Doktor Howl]

I see massive explosions and fires in the future.

Nope.  I'm just gonna let the experts handle things, if you catch my drift.