I hate short weeks anyway, and when we get an even SHORTER one, it only gets worse…
Yeah, yeah… I know it’s Friday…
But trying to cram 40 hours of work into 24 hours of work time and play the PC games and it just ain’t happening…
Tuesday stuff slid to Wednesday, which bumped some stuff to Thursday, but today is hard scheduled.
Meeting a few folks after work (hopefully I get out by the time we’re supposed to meet), and I may have to take a taxi home tonight…
I guess the most frustrating part is having to pick up the load for those who are just skating along, until the last minute then they panic and go- O.M.G, I FORGOT, we need to do X it’s due in 30 minutes (but takes 2 hours to prep).
So you help them out, and they ask YOU to submit it, and stupidly you do… Guess what, YOU get your ass chewed…
And I’m not even wanting to think about what the 4:30 Friday dump is going to be like…
Grumble…
Go read the folks on the sidebar, they’re probably in a better mood than I am…
Be of good cheer, elderly naval flyer. The weekend us upon us, you will have time to further the adventures of The Gray Man, a local range will have openings for you to expend a few rounds. If things work very well, a long lost uncle will pass and leave you a pristine 6″ Python and you will get to sleep late on Sunday morning. 🙂
But you’ll miss it when you’re no longer doing it.
Channel that anger into something John Cronin would do or say, and then start writing. That’ll make you feel better. Or, at least, will make us feel better later.
Just don’t pull a me, tell your First Shirt you’re about to blow away your computer with your M-9 and then spend an hour on the phone explaining to the Colonel that you really didn’t mean it.
I’ve said it before, but this time it’ll be in April: the first round’s on me, sir. In fact, make it the first TWO rounds on me.
Wow. I thought I woke up grumpy. When are you going to retire again? LOL. There is always that 25% who do the work of the other 75% or get dumped on because they are productive. At least you can have pride in your work and your ethics. I don’t know how the rest sleep at night being slackers. May the bird of happiness poop on your head sometime today. 🙂
I used to wake up grumpy.
She divorced me.
Cronin would open a can of whoop-ass.
Roger- I hope, already have 2 6″ Pythons, but I could use a pristine one…LOL
LL- NOT!!!
SPE- LOL, I already MADE that mistake once…
Rev- you are too kind!
Fargo- LOL, thanks but I get enough ‘poop’ every day, it’d be hard to sort it out…
Ed- Snerk… NOT going there!
LL- yeah, but they don’t let me carry at work… dammit…
“So you help them out, and they ask YOU to submit it…”
Just say NO!
And I second your reply to LL. You won’t miss it a bit when you retire!
WSF’s saying. Your screwup is not my emergency.
Tim- After today, you’re exactly right…
WSF- Yeah, but I keep falling for it… sigh
I’m trying to remember that old saying.
A Lack of prior planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.
I think that’s what it is.
I’ve always said that morale would improve if there was a wet bar at work. Of course, they’d have to put a limit on how much you’d get, because some days I’d have to call the wife to come get me.