The asshole at the workplace

Of late, I have often wondered if an employee can be put in jail, if he is pushed beyond the limits of his tolerance by some offensive asshole colleague or manager at work, and ends up hurling a huge ring folder / coffee mug / paper weight at the bugger's face. Does 'psychological trauma at the workplace' qualify as a suitable defence for a moment of unbridled fury that can hold up in court? I would like to think so.

Right this moment, someone I am compelled to work with - and positively despise - is within a nosehair from getting his face flattened by a flying object coming from me. And that is before I proceed to break his nose, shatter his kneecaps, and rip out his nuts. I am past fear and into fury mode. Do not trifle with me.

Prologue...

I finally decided to upgrade from my regular Friendster blog to a **real** blogsite. Actually, the inspiration came from reading a little lady's (I don't know her personally, but someday I shall have her to thank for reviving the writer's spirit in me... hopefull!) blog on Blogspot recently, so I figured... why not?

A couple of close friends have told me that I have this "flair for writing". They're being nice... so sweet of them. I have had managers from my ex-companies copping out far more direct and less flattering comments (which I shall not attempt to reproduce here) in regard to my long-winded e-mails.

Why did I christen my blog "Augustine's Chronicles"? Augustine is my confirmation name. Chose it myself, a month short of my 21^st birthday. Why? Aurelius Augustine of Hippo was the patron saint of theologians, and a prolific writer. Quote from him, "God, grant me chastity and contenence... but not yet." What a rebel. Sounds like me. Minus the need for chastity. I'm celibate. Yep.