Excuse me, Mr Project Manager, can I just point something out? Thanks.
See, you’ve just approached me at my desk, and started to talk to me about something work-related, haven’t you? Yes, you have, in case you were in any doubt.
Now. Take a quick look at me and what I’m doing, if you’d be so motherfucking good. Can you see what I’m doing? Yes, that’s right. This tasty plate of meatballs and spaghetti is my “lunch” and I am eating it. Do me another little favour if you wouldn’t mind – you’re doing so well! – could you just look at the time? No look there, on your wrist. That’s a watch, that is. Oh dear, let me do it for you. See, it’s 25 minutes past one in the afternoon, or 1:25pm, if you prefer.
Would you like me to tell you something special that can actually be derived from these previous two pieces of information? It’s for free… you would? Ok, here it comes.
I’m on my cunting lunchbreak, you brain-dead workaholic cunt, so JUST FUCK OFF.
There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Oh stop crying, I barely touched you.