Why can't I get to nightfall with a sense of accomplishment

Man, yet another day when everything I planned to do got shoved aside, and I was left answering stupid question after stupid question. OK, a couple of them weren’t so stupid, but I lost time from my concrete stuff, yet again.

For the stupid, not one but two fucking rocket scientists forwarded emails to me today that probably were carrying members of the Bagle virus family. The senders wanted me to look at them and decide if they should be deleted as viral. The final metaphor I used in the email to the group over which I manage office functions was please don’t make me sniff or taste the milk you think is spoiled. The other metaphor was don’t rub your wound on me so that I can see whether it’s infected.

Life advice, delete email you think is infected, throw out milk you think has spoiled.

Talk with me. Please.

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