The people at my work can’t tell their/they’re/there homophones apart...
...or put dirty dishes into either of the two half-full washers in the staff room...
...and they take a whole 2 hours to run a ‘staff development meeting’ that could’ve been reduced to a 4 sentence email.
They’re bringing up some feelings.
Exasperated, irate, murderous feelings.
I may come online this weekend as Severus and bitch out my incompetent coworkers to celebrate my birthday (and surviving a week without homicide).













