Written as comment!smut for girlsigh, here. I have no idea where it came from, other than she said the work *fork* in her daily recs post, and for some reason, this set me off.

Posted *here* at aprillily's request.

( musings on a fork | harry/draco | nc-17 | 748 words )

J

The following is a rant, which will cover two completely different topics.

1. I am off at 5:00pm or You've had all day to make me do this shite

As the header says, I am off at five. Now, I am not normally pedantic about these kinds of things. Working until ten after is not that big of a deal. There has been plenty of times that I have been in the middle of something when the clock struck five, and kept working for a bit, because I did not want to stop in the middle and have to re-find my train of thought the next day.

This does not, however, mean that my superiors should contrive to keep me there past five.

After lunch, I had very little to do. In truth, I had *something* to do, but *something* require the use of a computer than someone else was on. So, I bided my time until five doing stuff that was not important, or overly dire-- stuff that could have easily waited until tomorrow, or next Tuesday.

Or September, for that matter.

But then, at TEN MINUTES TO FIVE, I suddenly have to send out a six page fax, BEFORE I LEAVE, on a fax machine that would insist you send the pages one at a time.

Not dial the number and feed six pages into the machine by hand, but dial the number, wait for it to connect, feed one page, dial the number again, wait for it to connect again, feed in the next page, et cetera, et cetera.

I would not have minded this kind of tedium, had I been assigned it during the two hours I was picking my ass straighting out the files to pass the time.

2. Drive, Bitch!, or Those Who Can't, Shouldn't

I get a lot of flack from my sisters/friends/family/whatever because I do not *drive* when I am driving. I operate my vehicle while smoking, talking on my phone, changing CD's, applying makeup, and eating drive-thru.

Usually all at the same time.

The difference between me and other people, however, is that I can smoke/phone/dee-jay/beautify/eat while driving and maintain a minimum speed of 75 without endangering the myself and others.

Sadly, I have noticed that other people cannot. Yet, they would insist on doing so-- swerving, driving on the wrong side of the road, and turtling along at 35 in the fastlane all the while.

Stop. It.

There is no reason for me to crawl along behind you because you find the bag of pretzels in your console too distracting to step on the fucking gas.

Thank you. That is all. You may now return you your regularly scheduled perving.

J