[rant]I am so friggin tired of having cold wars with my cto in the office.
I'm asked to do mundane crap like '...make a spreadsheet with 1000 unique names, addresses,..~plus a whole
bunch of ther crap)'...once in a while we just get into some fvckin stickin points and i'm just ready
to go postal and do the 'i'm a bitch, bitch!' dance. And i dun appreciate being asked to install shite on your
daughter's laptop...mutha...go steal ur own software...and i fix her stupid machine, not even a word of 'Thanks'
and the bitch just pretend i am not in the room...while she and him bitch at how sucky XP Home is..blah-blah
and then i find out its coz she installed POS broken spy software that is messing up her laptop. And they act like
i OWE it to them to fix their shite. Bring ur own fukin laptop to a computer store and let them fix it. I'm not the neighborhood friendly fixer-upper. kiss my ass asshole.. .[/rant]
[double-rant]well the cold war part is where i sulk for 3days and slam doors, kick shite, appear all 'whatevas'..
and be all anti-social. We dun talk for the time, and i leave on the dot. O yeh like the mutha calls u over and says..
'warez this onto my skank's lappy'(not exact words)...and wtf are u gonna do?..say NO BITCH?!...yeah right...thats what
i thought. This reminds me of the time i had to move cubicles and he expect me to string shite over the walls, walk on
tables, FUC THAT ...guess who won that round...yes thaaats right...wanker. He can take his curry eating yogurt
ass and shove it back up whence it came.[/double-rant]
I'm asked to do mundane crap like '...make a spreadsheet with 1000 unique names, addresses,..~plus a whole
bunch of ther crap)'...once in a while we just get into some fvckin stickin points and i'm just ready
to go postal and do the 'i'm a bitch, bitch!' dance. And i dun appreciate being asked to install shite on your
daughter's laptop...mutha...go steal ur own software...and i fix her stupid machine, not even a word of 'Thanks'
and the bitch just pretend i am not in the room...while she and him bitch at how sucky XP Home is..blah-blah
and then i find out its coz she installed POS broken spy software that is messing up her laptop. And they act like
i OWE it to them to fix their shite. Bring ur own fukin laptop to a computer store and let them fix it. I'm not the neighborhood friendly fixer-upper. kiss my ass asshole.. .[/rant]
[double-rant]well the cold war part is where i sulk for 3days and slam doors, kick shite, appear all 'whatevas'..
and be all anti-social. We dun talk for the time, and i leave on the dot. O yeh like the mutha calls u over and says..
'warez this onto my skank's lappy'(not exact words)...and wtf are u gonna do?..say NO BITCH?!...yeah right...thats what
i thought. This reminds me of the time i had to move cubicles and he expect me to string shite over the walls, walk on
tables, FUC THAT ...guess who won that round...yes thaaats right...wanker. He can take his curry eating yogurt
ass and shove it back up whence it came.[/double-rant]