This is a song* about my most hated colleague. He makes my life a misery. It should be sung to the tune of the chorus of “Because of you” by Kelly Clarkson and with a suitably pained expression.
Because of you... I want to gouge out my eyes with a letter opener...
Because of you... I want to go to your desk with a pump action shot gun...
Because of you... I find it hard to read my mail without breaking everything around me...
Because of you... I hate my job.
Because of you... I want to go to your desk with a pump action shot gun...
Because of you... I find it hard to read my mail without breaking everything around me...
Because of you... I hate my job.
*Special thanks to Sarah for having the idea in the first place and coming up with the first line.
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