Do I complain too much? Am I on the brink of becoming the world's most prolific complainer? Do people complain, about my tendency to complain, behind my back? These questions are only the tip of the paranoid iceberg that I find myself floating along on this morning.
I find myself in need of a mid-year resolution: I will stop complaining in the verbal format. I will reserve all my complaining for this blog, and nowhere else. If I am found to be complaining verbally, I give YOU the green card to take me out - take me down - kick me to the kerb.
I have now instructed my colleague, Roy, that if he hears me complaining about anything, he's to submit unto me a force previously only seen in movies such a Star Wars - the force of this rebuttal will be so great that onlookers will cower in it's wake, small children will cry in anticipation and grown men will wet themselves in public.
The shock, the horror... all I can do is give you this warning. Consider it my last attempt to save you all, my final duty as a blogger, and my potentially ultimate act as a complaining human being. Let the verbal complaining cease, and the written complaining continue.
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