A type FU personality

I found this terrriblific new website that lets you anonymously e-mail annoying co-workers about their frustrating bad habits and nauseating personal hygiene issues. Some of the posts remind me so much of some of the people I work with (and sometimes against).

Speaking of work - I have a new nickname. I am no longer Maus numero deus. I coined the new nom-de-job myself, but the assigner of names was tickled by its implications, and so it sticks. I won't be using it here, however - in the blogosphere I'm still Maus. New co-worker is from now on to be referred to as "Kitty", since she also was assigned a nickname, but with a feline connotation. And speaking of "Kitty"...she did a bad, bad thing. She used her company credit card to buy "comfort items" for the office and an industrial size thing of ground coffee. Now, for those working the private sector in your normal corporate environs, I'm sure you're scratching your heads thinking "NBD". But since we're effectively a government agency, there are strict rules about what you can and can't use those cards for, and I've been excessivley clear that things considered for "personal use" such as tissues and plates/cups are not allowed, and food is absolutley verboten. But, I'm done being the Office Police, since it seems to be such a total waste of my time. I just told her that I hope we don't get audited and walked away.

This reminds me of the old boss. He had such a hard-on for preparing for the Bird Flu Pandemic that still hasn't happened!
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I was asked last night at dinner if I'm depressed. It would seem that some of the thoughts I've posted here, and other places around the vast waste of space that is the internet, have some people questioning my emotional state. And while I appreciate the concern, the answer to the question is no. Or actually, more accurately - not too much. I have highs and lows, but mostly I've emotionally plateaued out at apathetic with a hint of bitter melancholy. A lot of the less than positive things that I post are meant to be a way to depressurize when I'm feeling stressed or overly angst-ridden. I'd rather release it out into the anonymous web ether than carry it around inside so that it can slowly cause a brain tumor or something. And when I refer to myself in a self depricating manner on a certain social networking site, it's meant to be kind of funny *ha-ha*. It isn't meant to be taken seriously.