eat me

It was barely 15 minutes into work, my seat hadn't even been warmed up by my butt when Mr. Anal started to annoy me with his silly questions. Let's just say, the questions that he asks are in the same catagory as "Why is the sky so high?"- there are answers to them, but perhaps I'm not the best person to give an answer or have an answer ready in a few seconds. So it irritates me. I guess it's his modus oparandi as Anal the Antagonizer - ask stupid questions to irritate the living shite out of people. It doesn't help that the ballsucker is adding fuel to the fire by agreeing with Mr. Anal that we must find the answers to the stupid questions - answers that would serve no purpose (like the president...) and would waste precious slave man-hours.

Of all people, ballsucker asks me to get the answers. Well, I did try to give a plausible explanation on why our supplier chose a HSC pump when the equipment schedule called for an ES type - perhaps their ES pump could not meet the flow rate, unless they had two ES pumps running in parallel. Guess what? Still not satisfied. I mean, do I look like the friggin' pump supplier to you? More often than not, suppliers do try to meet our specifications and if they can't, they usually provide an alternative solution. Due to the competitive nature of the industry, suppliers will try to give their best price. In fact, it is not in their favour to quote a higher priced pump if a cheaper one that meets requirements does the job.

Ballsucker: So can you please call up supplier XX and ask them why they give us HSC pumps when the specs called for ES pumps? I think we better find out why.

Me: I don't think their ES pumps could meet our required flow rate.

Ballsucker: But can you please call them up?

I open my drawer, take out my name card holder and flip to the contact of the said supplier.

Me: Nah, here's their namecard. Why don't you give them a call instead? I'm working on something now.

So the ballsucker makes the call and, no prizes for guessing, the supplier gave the same answer :P ARGH! At this point of time, Anal had been antagonizing poor bobo who deadpanned, "No choice right. I still have to do it. No choice, no choice."

Right about now, I looked into my snack drawer and found this:

Descicant never looked so tasty before...