I've just blown a fuse.
You see, I've been working on that file... I say "file", I should say "heap of manure". I've had bad files, but this one's the point of origin of all bad files.
And yet, I was massively diplomatic whilst reviewing it because I don't like to club bipeds to death if I can encourage them to keep working and improve. The culprit (who's the decerebrated cousin of the village idiot) is now fuming and demands that I apologize for being petty.
Erm... lemme think... No (or if I'm channelling my lil' sis': 'Drop dead, do that').
I've been asked by my coordinator to reconsider and be kinder (I was already kind enough, and see where it got me!).
Enough is enough... Then again, today was a festival: I had to finish the work of a so-called specialist because he'd done only half of what he was supposed to have done (can I get his wages?). Oh! Speaking of wages, the work I did on the yelling, offended plonker's manure isn't paid yet, and I'm not even sure it's ever going to be.
And this, Ladies & Gentlemen, is why it's good that I'm de facto co-CEO at job #3 because I can yell at plonkers and invite them to go have lunch in hell on the devil's lap for all eternity, coz I'm the co-boss (and the other two in our triumvirate are formatted like me).
Plonkers are such a fucking waste of time.
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