The I.T. department can lick my balls.

I honestly wish  I could still update Xanga at work 'cause I would love for that dickhead who's over the I.T. department to be able to read this.  Background:  Marie & I order labs on our regular computers (the stationary ones, not the laptop that we carry for the EMR) and said computers are hooked up to a regular printer for requisitions to send to the lab (we don't run stuff in-house, we're contracted out with a big outfit in Morristown) and label printers so we can have a name & barcode on each vial.  We've been told for awhile now that the plan is to discontinue the regular computers & switch everything, including lab orders, to the labtops.  I'm fine with that.  But we've said we need everything switched over while we're there so we can make sure everything is gonna work right.  The fucktards who run I.T. came in the office last night after everyone was gone & took Marie's computer.  And did they hook up her laptop?  Hell no.  My office manager was spitting mad over this, as was I.  I had it out with the grand-high poobah fucktard Andy, who had the gall to say "I'm not gonna argue with you about your workload."  Fuck you bitch, all you do is sit behind a keyboard all day & woudn't know how to put in a real day's work if your fat ass depended on it.  Meanwhile, our whole workday was screwed over because Marie had to do extra work going to another computer to put her labs in (they tried synching her laptop with my tower to get things going but the label printer went haywire).  This on top of the events of yesterday is starting to fray my nerves.

I may lose my cherub-like demeanor.