I can't believe I actually said this to Mr. Brownstar in the production managers meeting. I felt like kicking his ass.
All morning he has been getting on my case about some crappy fucking boards the supplier sent us, junk boards, basically. The planner had apparently asked Mr. Brownstar when he would be done repairing them, she needed them. He, in turn, calls me and tells me he doesn't have time to work on MY BOARDS, he has very little support for non production items.
First, THEY AREN'T MY FUCKING BOARDS! This is a supplier quality issue! This is GQ's project!! How did I get embroiled in this whole mess!
Second, what an ass! After the 3rd time of saying something, it's time to RETIRE the subject! I don't give a shit what you think or where I am, I AM going to tell you what I think!
Yeah, it's been one of those days. A day where I would like to just totally come unglued and obliterate the next person who happens to get on my last fucking nerve. Which, I would say, should be happening at any moment now.
Oh, speak of the devil, here comes said individual.....
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Kick his ass!
Sounds like a 3 shot lunch day...shots of Jack Daniels...not buck shot! Don't go killing people around the holidays...that's just not nice...wait until the new year. :)
Hope your day gets better :)
I'm so sad.....
Sophia has the week off. I can't unload on her. And, I just found out My Partner in Crime is quitting. He'll be working approximately 300 ft down the road, but, it's definitely not the same.
Who will I aim my paperwads at? Who will I be able to terrorize with rubber snakes??
Paperwads and rubber snakes...sounds like a great story in the making for some unsuspecting New Guy...hint hint...
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