Open Letter...
*** Warning much swearing in this post! I have had too much wine on a empty stomach and this is my way of not drunk dialing anyone. Please forgive my ranting ***
To The new 'Production Manager' at work: FUCK OFF! You are a asshat who doesn't know how to do the job you were hired for so get off my back. It is not my fault you do not know how to read our drawings. It is not my fault you got sent out on my huge install this week, but PLEASE don't fuck this up for me. I really don't need you walking around saying I made a mistake, when it is just you not understanding how to install something that is worth more than your own house.
OOOOOOHHHH and let me not forget to mention the DR Jekyll/Mr Hyde builder for the above mention project being installed who just called my PERSONAL cell phone at 9:50pm. You sir take the cake! After your yelling fit that no was to call you on Saturday because that is YOUR time, you call me and interrupt my personal time?! Just be glad I screened your call or you would have been getting a earful from me!
And now that I have exhausted myself ranting I am off to bed. Maybe this will help me fall asleep better tonight since lord know I didn't get much sleep last night.
Posted in: General Life on Monday, March 5, 2007 at 9:01 PM
