Small Blatte

Hey guys,

Just a little Blatte tonight.
Gotta say mood ain’t at its brightest tonight. Probably because of tomorrow… Tomorrow, the super-manager and his cohort of underlings come to visit my department, so well, all hands, battle station, and stand at attention, soldier!
I hate that.
Lousy freaking day, during which my immediate manager will probably grovel in front of the super-boss (I should perhaps put a capital…) and maybe perform a couple sessions of oral sex. It disgusts me, that kind of day where you spend more day representing than doing actual work.
Then again, it might just be my temper showing again. And quite frankly, I’m not to fussy about taking my business suit out of the closet, where it’s been playing with the coats ever since I arrived here.
I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, if I survive that long, that is.

LaBlatte.