Everyone at the office had important deadlines to meet all week, but Boss's infuriating knack for coming up with new things to do and changing the entire game plan at the last minute thoroughly undermined our plans of getting off on time as everything absolutely had to be finished by today.
To our great dismay, even leaving for an off-site meeting didn't keep Boss from calling in literally every five minutes to give us instructions we'd already been given. And get this--the first three calls were to ask whether we'd finished the tasks we were given yet so that we could join Boss at the meeting, even after Boss told us to stay behind to finish up. Yo, does it look like I have the power to manipulate space-time? (Even if I did, you don't pay me enough to use it.) Please tell me who can finish a two-hour task in half that time whilst getting interrupted by phone calls every five minutes, because I'd really like to meet this wizard.
After eight hours of nonstop work (save for a brief ten-minutes where we scrambled to shovel some food into our mouths), my coworker and I were finally reduced to fits of uncontrollable laughter, a telltale sign of our stress-induced delirium. By that time, our manager could only look on with amusement and sympathy.
Then the phone rang for the thirtieth time that day and we all spontaneously combusted.
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