Karma actually came back on someone.
Turns out, when you keep going over people’s heads and make spurious claims about how busy you are when you have to work alone, despite the fact that no one else is even remotely busy at that time of day and you’re known to be way too goddamned slow at everything because you’re too busy going over people’s heads to bitch instead of just doing your fucking job, which screws over everyone’s schedules as the upper management plays stupid games and takes you at face value, it doesn’t actually protect you from getting cut when they realize that they don’t actually need that many people.
I’m surprised. Between this and the easy sink fix, the universe rarely works this way.
At least, not for me. The universe may be just; humanity certainly is not.
Target: 1000 words
Written: 734 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Words For Pictures, Brian Michael Bendis
Comics: The Boys 21-24
Music: New York Dolls, New York Dolls (FUCKING NEW YORK DOLLS)