I work with my parents at a company that they created years ago. Sometimes we actually get along. Other times we end up in a yelling match over the best way to label inventory.
I wish I worked with complete strangers. Then we would at least have to be civil. But it's not all bad; I get paid occasionally.
I'm an out-loud thinker, no one else in the office is. I let the computer know when I'm mad at it. And no, it's never operator error (okay, maybe sometimes it is... maybe 80% of the time it's OE... but never more than 85%... or 90%).
I'm not sure that anyone other than me wants to read this blog. Hopefully it becomes enjoyable to others. We'll see.
This is life at esyringe.