hateful Christine

the other day, my co-worker and i were milling around our office mail room. i don't remember what we were doing in there, but we were really just fucking around. she was drawing on a piece of paper with a marker when i told her to write a note that we could stuff in our supervisor's mail box. i began contemplating what kind of mischief we could start with the note when i noticed she was already writing. when she was done, i looked to see what she had written, and in giant neon letters the note read, "CHRISTINE HATES YOU!!!" nice. so i left it there and forgot about it. later that day, he walks up giving me a dirty look and handing me a piece of paper. i was on the phone so i just grabbed the paper and looked at it. it was my hate mail. he proceeded to go around telling the office that i hated him.

since i already had the giant paper with the hateful message, i tacked it up outside my Dilbert cubicle so everyone walking by would know how i felt about them. several guys have dejectedly asked if i mean them, and i just point to the sign. yesterday i noticed someone wrote on there that i need a hug. if anyone touches me or tries to hug me, i'm going to stab them in the eye with a straw. i don't like people touching me.

speaking of hateful, i threatened to kick a co-worker in the nuts the other day. maybe i need to relax. do i hear Vegas calling?