Unbe-Fuckin'-lievable!

Oh, now this is classic. Now I have a spy...

Yeah, it appears that "someone" (and I have a sneaking suspicion I know who "someone" is) called my director and complained that they were required to work the counters in the driver's license facilities on days when they weren't traveling. They wanted to know why I was in my office and didn't have to do the same?!

Really?? Why is everyone in my shit?! First off, bullshit. I have yet to see any of these office gnomes out helping THEIR facility staff when I visit. But one person comes into my facility and catches me in my office (either replying to relevant emails, on the phone assisting another facility employee or developing a presentation on my computer...because that's what I do) and they assume I'm sleeping or wasting tax payer dollars. Guess what, you have NO F'N idea what I do. Want to know what I've done this month? Read my f'n activity report...talk to the staff in my facility...confront me! But noooooo. Instead they call the director and snivel like a little bitch behind my back. That's mature and responsible. I'm sure "whoever" reported me has a valid reason. And it's not because they are jealous or anything. Pussy.

So besides all of the work that REQUIRES ME to be in my office behind MY COMPUTER, I have taken it upon myself to also help out the staff here by processing applicants, answering phones to a sickening degree of politeness, and shooting my middle finger in the air SO HARD. Happy?

Can you see this? Because I'm doing it as hard as I possibly can...