My client had over a week to get back to me on a layout and waited until the day my other project finally got going. Of course he didn't know this but somehow it always happens.
My client had over a week to get back to me on a layout and waited until the day my other project finally got going. Of course he didn't know this but somehow it always happens.
My coworker actually deliberately gives me extra work when she knows I'm super busy or otherwise overwhelmed (see: bitching at me that something wasn't done when a) it had been in my inbox for less than 24 hours and was not due for 3 more days and b) I was in the final days of my egg retrieval and SUPER emotional/stressed/in a ton of pain.)
But she's generally a fucking bitch, so I wasn't surprised.
My client had over a week to get back to me on a layout and waited until the day my other project finally got going. Of course he didn't know this but somehow it always happens.
My coworker actually deliberately gives me extra work when she knows I'm super busy or otherwise overwhelmed (see: bitching at me that something wasn't done when a) it had been in my inbox for less than 24 hours and was not due for 3 more days and b) I was in the final days of my egg retrieval and SUPER emotional/stressed/in a ton of pain.)
But she's generally a fucking bitch, so I wasn't surprised.
She sounds pleasant . Luckily (?) for me this guy's just a procrastinator...and kinda stupid.
Post by CajunShrimp on Aug 27, 2014 17:08:13 GMT -5
The Y runs a summer camp, and they bring the kids over to the local playground every morning. The playground has a tot lot for younger kids that is gated off from the older kids' playground (and also keeps little kids from running out into the busy street). The camp kids are always opening the gates but never close them, and the camp counselors just sit on benches and play on their phones. Get off your ass and keep the gate closed, because some 2 or 3 year old is going to escape and wander off and get hit by a car.
I may be even more pissed today because one of the camp kids (maybe 4 or 5 years old) was dropping the F bomb at the water table around my 3 year old son and a bunch of little ones, and one of them repeated him. The counselors were too busy talking about partying last night to even hear it.