Just an FYI:
If I make a post any time today consisting of lots of symbols or a string of letters that look like yelling, it will be at my boss. Due to her complete nincompoopness regarding things like time management and running up to give me things that I MUST do right now instead of actual client work.
You know, client work that we're getting paid to do. (Oh wait. This project? So totally not getting paid because she essentially DONATED THE TIME on it. Which means I get to do tons of work and not take a lunch break because she's a moron.)
And incidentally? This lots of work caused me to go home last night and sit in a chair without doing anything for three hours and dreams that included Kyle Busch as the delivery driver for the messenger service we use, a conversation with Kurt Busch about how he could be more likable to people (he was quite funny in my dream), Kurt having to get the bus I'd parked in the diner parked in the correct parking lot, running into work folks at Wal-Mart, where I was given work to do (when all I wanted was to buy the funky, knit, teal hat), and driving. Lots of driving.
*back to the grind*
(Seriously, there's such a thing as moronic when you have to do ten things at one time and the person giving you those things piles more on. And then gets cranky when the stuff doesn't get done. Plus my computer keeps hanging up on certain websites.)
If I make a post any time today consisting of lots of symbols or a string of letters that look like yelling, it will be at my boss. Due to her complete nincompoopness regarding things like time management and running up to give me things that I MUST do right now instead of actual client work.
You know, client work that we're getting paid to do. (Oh wait. This project? So totally not getting paid because she essentially DONATED THE TIME on it. Which means I get to do tons of work and not take a lunch break because she's a moron.)
And incidentally? This lots of work caused me to go home last night and sit in a chair without doing anything for three hours and dreams that included Kyle Busch as the delivery driver for the messenger service we use, a conversation with Kurt Busch about how he could be more likable to people (he was quite funny in my dream), Kurt having to get the bus I'd parked in the diner parked in the correct parking lot, running into work folks at Wal-Mart, where I was given work to do (when all I wanted was to buy the funky, knit, teal hat), and driving. Lots of driving.
*back to the grind*
(Seriously, there's such a thing as moronic when you have to do ten things at one time and the person giving you those things piles more on. And then gets cranky when the stuff doesn't get done. Plus my computer keeps hanging up on certain websites.)
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