flying from the head to the window

For the love of G-d! Someone just come to the office and shoot me. Seriously, just freaking shoot me. I cannot keep on putting up with this silly nonsense from certain groups anymore. They are going to drive me crazy.

Later update:
Please forgive my previous outburst. I seem to be greatly influenced by the office crap lately. It is my cross to bear, and I will drag it down the street. I will get hung on it in a crown of thorns. I will be stabbed in the side by a Roman Spear. I will be pulled down and buried in a cave. I will rise three days later to ascend to heaven.
Why does this seem familiar?