When I returned to work on Monday, I discovered that my boss had emptied my bin of empty pop cans and freaked the fuck out.
You wouldn't like me when you don't recycle.
I don't care if it's ineffective! I only care that recyclables stay out of the trash.
Dulce et decorum est pro recycling mori.
After receiving my CES itinerary, I discovered that my boss booked me a flight to Vegas with a stop-over at LAX.
Travel time: 2:45.
I can fly to British Columbia in less time.
Already fuming over the missing pop cans, I fumed some more.
6:35 a.m. departure… He couldn't book a direct flight later? It's not like Southwest charges extra for direct flights. Heck, I see one at fuckin' 6:30 a.m.!