Little notes in anger

One of my projects at work at the moment is an elephant of a job – amalgamate the 12 customer databases we have had for twenty years into one large one. It’s not a small task – each database held about 200 companies, with business-critical data in each one.
And, frankly, it’s not the most exciting task I’ve done. So to relieve the tedium, I mainly get off on searching the database for new rude words that angry salespeople have written about a customer on a particularly bad day – words that used to be private, and now aren’t. Here are just some that I found yesterday (suitably desensitised for the webby public):
– “Discovered particles of what looked like radioactive sh*t. Wiped shoes thoroughly on exit.”
– “Called to introduce myself –> He is an obnoxious little bugger and if he is that rude to every body I hope his head falls off. W@nker.”
– “Still a tosser. Would like a quote, but I’m bugg@red if I’ll give him a cheap one.”
– “ISKA WAS HER NORMAL CANDID SELF. SHE WINDS ME UP AND I CANT BELIEVE THAT SHE OR HER BOSS PAUL WOULD WANT TO BUY THAT SH*T.”
– “WHAT A MISERABLE BUGG@R.”