- Bomb Texas for freedom -

As you are all in your offices have you ever wondered what was the point? You shift papers from one spot to another, you move emails from one folder to another. You get stupid emails about the office fridge, or people that you barely know that try to squeeze cash from you.

Chances are that you would never hang out with your office buddies if you met them at school or something.

If I didn’t need a paycheck, I could very happily stay home and never look at anyone here again. Lets explain something about my co-workers, they are real annoying sometimes.

I have a preference about my name. I prefer Peter, the whole thing. My dad is called Pete, it was a way to differentiate me and him amongst members of my family and neighbors.

It stuck, and I think it’s not much to ask. Recently, I made it known after being called Pete for two years because I only have so much patience.

SO, work sends me to Boston. They have meetings while I was gone. It’s the usual crap so I wasn’t missing much. If I needed to know, I’m pretty sure they would have briefed me when I come back.

Sure enough I was right, I had a PPT file waiting for me in my inbox. I looked through it during my second double-shot, mostly it was just crap until the last slide. Team building to raise my morale (by a Scavenger hunt, HA! Give me a damn few days off scott free, so you can build me a private office with its own bathroom and concierge and then we’ll talk), and “Pete will no longer be called Pete, it is PeteR (sic)”

It’s a fucking SIMPLE FUCKING request. There was no need to single me out due to one letter, and a extra syllable. It’s not like I want to be called Captain Awesome (ok I do), in seriousness.

FUCK! If I can bring a Dev Kit home, transfer builds onto it I would be in heaven.