I'm just typing to try and stay awake. There's nothing of importance here. I'm just bitching and venting. I just finished the job I've been working on sense Saturday at noon. That's what 44 hours of straight work no rest... no sleep. I don't know I can't do the math. I just know I beat the deadline with two hours to spare.All because my boss forgot about a deadline. Did anyone else come in... hell no. Not even my jackass boss who's fault it was I've been here sense whenever. Well he did come in with a new chair he got for himself.My legs feel like I've run 5 marathons. My arms barely work. My head hurts like a motherfucker. I've smoked four packs of cigarettes sense I got here. I've drank countless cups of coffee and those pure caffeine drinks. I've been talking prescription stimulants by the fist full. My eye's feel like there about to pop out of my head. I can no longer think straight. ...But at least I'm starting to not be so tired as I was an hour ago.For all my efforts what do I get... another end of the day deadline... This one I don't think I'll make. I may not even try. It's not as important and I don't think I've got it left in me....There I feel better. Well not really but not quite so pissed. Maybe I'm just to tired to stay pissed.
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You don't need to read this
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Your boss is an ungrateful ass. And you have another deadline?? Good, go talk to him about a raise. Then go home and take a nap or take out some frustration in bed with your wife.....or my bed.
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for shit sakes man, be carefulA heart attack is not a good plan to get a little time off!
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If this happens often you should look for another job. Things like this take a lot more out of your system than you realise.
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Thanks everybody.I did make the second deadline he threw at me and managed to leave by 2:00... in the afternoon, not morning . But I was pissed when I left. So pissed, I didn't get sleepy or even tired on the hour and a half drive home. I just blasted the stereo with every rage filled song I could find and cussed everybody I sped past.Why was I so pissed, after all my single handed, self characterized, Herculean effort, after making both dead lines, neither of which was it my fault for getting behind on... I didn't even get a, "ya did a good job finishing that up" or a "thanks for getting that stuff out", or even a "fuck you." All I got was "We need to get on this other job and get the information to the engineers."The motherfucker couldn't even act pleased that I got the shit done. All the piece of shit could and still today can do is give me sour looks. I covered his old ass and get nothing not even pleasant disposition from the terd face curmudgeon. What a sack of greasy monkey cum. And here I am letting some old bitter fart piss me off and run my blood pressure up. Fuck him, this is a small firm. If I leave he loses all his big clients. I am this firm. The older he gets the more he tries to do it all himself and the less the old douche bag is able and for some demented reason the more responsibilities he takes from me. The terdmuckler won't even hardly let me manage my own projects anymore. He makes everybody communicate through him and then the senile bastard forgets to pass on the information. Fuck that used up, dried out, pig cunt. My house is paid for at the end of the year. He may think he has me because I just bought a new high end car. Well I got news for him. I can pay the motherfucker off next July or just tell the bank take the fuckin' thing. I've got six others sittin' at home. He doesn't own me, like he does the rest of these poor dumb, dim witted, slobs. At very least it's time to remind the smelly old queef of that.If you haven't guessed I'm still pissed. And there's no need in telling me what your going to. I've already got the phone numbers for the two other guys who have firms that work in my area of specialization.
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:open_mouth: For a second I thought I was reading one of Chances posts.
Sorry your boss is such an ass. :frowning:
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Originally Posted By: DxLISHxISx_43 For a second I thought I was reading one of Chances posts. Well somebody has to step up in his absence. I make no claim, however, that I could ever fill his shoes... though maybe I could hope to hold my own with him when it comes to cussing.
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Originally Posted By: Radeckl Originally Posted By: OldFolksIf you haven't guessed I'm still pissed. I have a specially developed 7th sense that hit on that right away!Your level of clairvoyance is scary.
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I also suspected the possibility, after I studied carefully the words "Fuck that used up, dried out, pig cunt". Lengthy reflection led me to the belief that it was possible that these words were written with some degree of displeasure towards their object.Feel free to let them out, Scotty!
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We can always count on you to read between the lines and pick up on the most subtle of messages. I'm still pissed but no longer wanting to jamb the stiletto in his throat.... well... not as much as I did want to.I did manage to get an interview with another firm set up for next week. Since they don't have an office, per se, if I get it I would work full time from home. It's not so much a matter of getting the job, they want me, it's more a matter of them figuring out if they can afford me.