Damned Doritos

So..... we have a new worker in our group that basically does data input for us graphically adept people to incorporate into our designs and make pretty for the Newspaper. She types We cut and paste. To date, she really doesn't have a work station of her own so two days a week I roll into work and she's at my computer, the desktop is different, the dock is in a different place, my font-charts are disheveled and there's no room to put my coffee in its regular spot. The chair has been raised up to accomodate her posterior, my party-in-a-vest has to wait to warm the back of said chair, and she's usually munching on one of the delectable little snacks I have in my candy drawers. [I'm a graphic designer...what do you expect me to have in my drawers, legal documents?] She's only here for 2hrs of my shift, two wonderfully displaced hours of pure territoriality mongerness of my shift. 4hrs a week. It really doesn't get me too heated, I can re-adjust everything back to where it should be and go about my evening when she leaves. BUT tonight.......oh tonight, to-NITE my Dorito's were stale when I opened the freshly purchased bag and god damn it....I'm F-in Pissed!!!!!! (Six G-Damned exclamation points of pissed) F*ckin' Doritos!! F*ck'em in their Arse with an orange capt'n caveman wiffle ball bat sideways. Cool Ranch that Asshats.





....retro A&W, you're still cool.