Our FedEx sales rep had to come back to the office today to make yet another attempt to get our shitty contact management software working with the shipping software.

Coming into the office, he looked like a beaten man. The Riddler tried to liven up the mood by greeting him with a little dance while singing:

“Hey hey hey….you ready to find some so-loo-shee-own-ees, big guy?”

The behavour must have triggered some kind of primitive neural security measure, because I found myself wrapped in a lengthy daydream about hunting wild game on the plains of Mongolia until the rep left the office. As a result, I have no other memories or information to report regarding the outcome of the visit. My hope is that my brain will further protect itself from the asinine nature of my workplace by overwriting the rest of the data while I sleep.

Commentary

Please tell me he was wearing his elf shoes when he did the dance and said “soloosheeownees”! Oh god I can see it; it’s like having a fucktarded puppet in my head.
- Shuh

Yes. The villain booties were in full effect.
- GHC