( continues...) in Urdu throughout. It's not yet up and running, this database, and there are no plans for actually training the staff in its use beyond that short presentation. The deadline for completion of reports is 3 weeks away.)

...and I'm ranting. Long story short - I'm not the bad guy. I'm trying to do the right thing here, because I really don't want to screw the school over, and I don't like lying to people. I don't like dealing dishonourably with people, regardless of whether I like them or not. I don't want to be that person.

But I'm fairly sure that I'm going to be punished for this, because he's so unprofessional and vindictive. And although the meeting went well, imho, and although he ended it by shaking my hand and being pretty much soothed out of his tantrum, if still pissed off, I know that he'll be able to work himself up into a vengeful state at the drop of a hat.

And I'm not breaking my contract. Damn it. I shouldn't have to feel like this. I shouldn't be scared that he's going to try to stab me in the back, but at the end of last year he sacked three people on the last day of term, and he's just - he's a bad guy. He really is. Damn it.

On a cheerier note - don't think I've been able to pass the pencil test since I was 15, not that I knew of its existence then. (Hell, I've managed to smuggle an entire bottle of really rather drinkable red wine into a bar hidden in my cleavage. The bottle hidden in the cleavage, not the bar. My knockers aren't that big.)

enough to try to convert you once he's out of the hospital

First he has to find me. If I can hold off the Mormon missionaries when they send matched pairs of clueless young men to my house, I can hold off a nice fundie.

Ooookay, never mind. Just found out I'm not going to the hospital today, because *other* co-workers are going and need to have some sort of meeting, which doesn't really seem appropriate for a hospital visit, but whatever. Not my call.

So I'm going tomorrow.

Just found out I'm not going to the hospital today, because *other* co-workers are going and need to have some sort of meeting, which doesn't really seem appropriate for a hospital visit

A work-related meeting? Um, whatever. Good idea to wait.

oh, and yay, vw!!!! (since I didn't say it earlier)

Stephanie, feh on the shitty host/hostess. Some people really seem to lack social skills.

So I'm going tomorrow.

Take him something that makes a noise when you squeeze it. Nothing too loud, but something that makes a quiet humorous noise that he can listen to when he's bored.

Though not everyone may not spend their time hunting for rubber duckies that actually make noise, like I do.

Take him something that makes a noise when you squeeze it. Nothing too loud, but something that makes a quiet humorous noise that he can listen to when he's bored.

We (the office, collectively) are getting him this. Seriously. His daughter assures me that he'll crack up at it.

I shouldn't have to feel like this.

You absolutely shouldn't. And this guy wonders why you would move on? Oy. He sucks.

ION, I have no cleavage, and not even a corset could create the illusion of cleavage. I will not be carrying any pencils around.

Fay, ugh on the asshat boss. Hope you're able to finish up and getoutgetoutgetout relatively unscathed.

Oh, Fay! What horrible treatment! I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. I too hope you can get out quickly and relatively unscathed.

His daughter assures me that he'll crack up at it.

That is fekkin hillarious