My boss has decided that he wants me to work Sundays. For a while it's been one Sunday a month to get our journal out. Now, it seems, he's trying to make it necessary for me to come in every Sunday. He's out today and I've gotten just about everything that I could done - plus some that are another part of my job.
So - I'm just about done and he sends an e-mail with more stuff to do, which will require me to revise the layout and get him new PDFs and hard copies.
grrr
Message for Toddson's Boss:
Go fuck yourself in the ass with a rusty pipe, you exploitive, slack little weasel-dicked cocksucker.
Signed,
Friends Of Toddson's You Don't Want To Fuck With
David, that's a little extreme ... to do him justice, he's usually in here with me. But I get much more done when he's out. Yesterday we had FOUR meetings about the journal ... two before 10am.
My boss has decided that he wants me to work Sundays. For a while it's been one Sunday a month to get our journal out. Now, it seems, he's trying to make it necessary for me to come in every Sunday. He's out today and I've gotten just about everything that I could done - plus some that are another part of my job.
and are you getting comp days for this?
(falls on floor laughing)
If you're working Sundays, then when are you playing with the beads?
Evenings, Saturdays ... not nearly enough.
That motherless fuck, Toddson.
Which I think is my favorite Sopranos curse. Because you've got to suck a lot for your mother not claim you.
Thanks for the kind words for me ... and really harsh ones for my boss. The thing is, in DC working weekends is kind of normal. Most of my friends work even longer hours than I do.