And so we arrive at yet another freakin' quarter end. You would think that after being with the company for 7 years, that I would have seen it all... but you would be mistaken to think so. ;-)
What did they THINK was going to happen? dumbasses. This, like everything else in life, required finesse and timing. Remember to always view source, and to ajust expectations accordingly.
And bring me the head of... "Mr. XXXXX XXXXXXXXX"*. I want to drink beer out of his bleached skull. At least that way, I would get some small use out of it... unlike the owner, over the past Quarter. Zip. Nada. NOTHING.
Regards,
Imp.
Music: Funeral Oration. Mood: irritated.
*name changed to stay out of any ego-surfing google results.
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