I am Under No Obligation to Explain Why There Are so Many Cuts and Bruises On My Face
Look, I'm just trying to do my job here. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to collating the invoices you had asked me to sort three days ago.
I have no obligation to explain to you how this cauliflower ear developed, where these bandages on my head came from, or why it looks like I was stabbed repeatedly in the face.
The fact is, it's none of your business how my skull was fractured or why I have eyeballs painted onto my eyelids because I can't open my eyes and I'm trying to look normal.
Was I drunk?? How dare you! Get out of my cubicle! I don't have time to tell you about the minutiae that goes of my life. If I don't have these documents stapled by 5 o'clock, the office manager is going to be pissed.
Stop asking me! Do I ask you the same stupid question 50 million times a day??? I can't work like this!!!