Back to the present

I'm beginning to think I honestly don't like vacations.  It just ends up throwing me out of that carefully constructed routine of actually enjoying work.  Thankfully, I have coworkers whose morale I can destroy to make myself feel a little better.  The hapless fools.  They play themselves right into my hands all too often.  My new goal is to get someone to tell me that I make them want to slit their wrists open.  Can you tell I'm even bored just writing this? 

So, I promise I'll write something of note (that's also less violent) sometime tomorrow.