The sales manager should die. Quickly.

He wanders in says something about email not working and walks out, of course giving me no detail unless I scream out the hall. I say “I’ll get the Groovy Siemens Lady(TM) to have a look at it” since they’re switching our email across.

But of course being just me I’ve got other shit to do for other people which means I can’t go around the length of the building to find one person for a problem that can wait.

He comes back later (about 30 minutes) and starts bitching how not only is his email not working but “he can’t get on the internet” at that point I was going to punch him in the face, first he says it’s an email problem and THEN adds later that it isn’t just an email problem and secondly I am a single person with two arms and two legs both of which can only be in one place at a time.

One day I hope somebody informs him that he isn’t “it” and never will be then maybe my urge to strangle him with his intestines may just go away.

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