My workday lasted a bit less than two hours. I only interacted with one person in anything more than a “hi, how are you” fashion in that time.

I thoroughly lost my temper at the end of it, which is why I’m home right now.

If you’re going to lace every conversation we have with references to how important you are, how much work you have to get done, and how you need your desires fulfilled right now and exactly to specification, don’t be surprised if my agitation levels rise consistently throughout our interaction. This is especially true if you blow me off twice, when I come over to work on your problem, because you’re on the phone and can’t possibly just move out the way the two feet it would take for me to get at your keyboard and mouse.

Obviously, someone’s time is more valuable than mine, eh? I have nothing else to do but: Sit and wait, put up with a stream of comments about how much work you have to do and how the problem I’m waiting to fix is such a bloody inconvenience for you, and leap into action when it’s convenient for you to finally get the hell out of my way.

I’m there trying to help, goddammit. The least you can do is respect my time, and not give me flack about how I go about my job or try to impress me with how bloody damned important you are and how much work you have to do. You know what? There are a couple hundred other people in the building who also have lots of work to do.

Oddly enough, I’m one of them.

Sorry about your wireless mouse. I’m sure you’re such an important person that you can get a new one ordered, post haste.