Ode to Joy

I have a co-worker named Joy who may not be appropriately named.

While usually a beacon of good cheer, Joy is obsessed with sending me the most gruesome news she can find on the Internet.

Now I'm a fan of the Internet, and I like gruesome, but really? Do I really want to read about the 77-year old woman who was strangled? Do I want to read all the latest details on the mayor who wants to cut the thumbs off of teenagers who spray graffitti? The answer is no.

So I tell Ms. Light and Cheery to stop sending me that depressing shit.

And I get this instead, "The day she got even." You gotta love the Internet.