There are rumours swirling around the strange place that I work. Apparently someone had a blow up, and now there are all sorts of problems and repercussions. I was very shocked to hear this because the person who had the blow up is supposed to be me.

I am thinking that these people have never actually seen a blow up. My brother, for example, used to have a blow up about every two years. He would trash offices, throw computers and rant and rave. He’d lose his job and then it would take him a year to find another one and then after another year he’d have had enough and would do it all over again. But don’t worry about him, he’s a teacher now. That’s safe, right?

They treat us badly as a whole, here at this job. They do little things, like give us company shirts and Hershey’s kisses but that means nothing. You can pat a dog on the head everyday but the dog remembers the times you kicked him and didn’t feed him first.

I generally...