I need to work in a different industry

Ever have one of those days where you knew if you didn't go home soon someone in your office was going to end up with a pair of scissors in his eye and liquid paper violently stuffed up his nose?

This pompous, condescending, dictaphone-using, intercom-yelling, smelly cologne-wearing prick is gonna end up with a serious office equipment injury the next time he calls me honey or dear and is surprised I can spell.

and, the mantra: thank god it's only a temp job...thank god it's only a temp job..thank god it's only a temp job...thank god it's only a temp job...