I had a friend who competed in international Scrabble competitions (he was Canada's #2), and I really don't want to envision him stripped, no matter what he was trying to convince me of at the time.
Oy! that would drive me bugfuck in a colleague.
It's driving me up the wall right now. And I'm making sure to be as explicit as possible, in order to reflect how I want to be communicated with, but I think it's falling on deaf ears.
Well, the best I can do is keep phrasing carefully, and to explain to his manager his communication style.
On this project that I'm running around on (but that's not the one from hell) we have three new people this week--project manager, business owner, and overall business analyst (I'm the business systems analyst, for all that's different). Now I'm getting ragged on that I'm driving everyone off the project in a power play. I've explained to the developers that I will be getting rid of them next, and no, I won't be installing Visual Studio, I will be writing all the code in Notepad.
Fear me.
In the meantime, I've done my best to avoid reading too much (or seeing pictures) of the exotic animals killed in Ohio. Sometimes cruelty to animals hits me harder.
JFC, I'm 99% sure my coworker on maternity leave told our boss today that she's not coming back. We are so screwed. I feel really bad for my new boss. One person left right before she started (she had been looking for a while) and another one gave notice on Monday (his wife got a fancy job elsewhere). Fuuuuuuck.
Theo,
I couldn't believe I saw those pictures without warning also! I also did not want to see all those dead animals. Come ON. We need media warnings.
Yikes, Jesse. That's rough.
Okay, y'all, talk me down. We're throwing this show tomorrow, and I have hit the point of OMG we're not promoters why the hell did I think we could pull this off?
Tell me to just make the lists in evernote, load the station wagon, and that I have gaffer's tape so it will all be okay. I mean, I can build a plane from it if I need to.
Liese,
make the lists in evernote, load the station wagon, and you have gaffer's tape.
It will all be okay.
Really.
You can do it, Liese! Make the list! Load the wagon! Go go go! It will be fine.
Evernote is the bomb! It makes everything feel better. Go Evernote, enter Evernote.
Also gaffer (typed fagger, oops) and stuff.
Okay. Meep!
The band is high strung, so I have to get all the panicky out of my system now so I can be preternaturally calm when they arrive tomorrow. Part of it is that I can't set the venue until late tonight because it's in use. So I have all the "can't do nothin" energy rolling right now. I sold tickets! I printed signs! I reworked the lighting! I coordinated volunteers! I hauled gear! NOW WHAT?
Right. Make lists. Load. Gaffers tape.
