Pointless Rant

All right, I just got kicked in the knickers for sending out a terse email.

In a nicer way I said: DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!

Yeah, they didn't like that one. For six months I've been saying that, nicely.

Please do your job, I'd say.

Isn't this something you should be more worried about, I'd say.

Who owns this? I'd say.

Well, you're just telling me what the problem ~isn't~. Can anyone tell me what the problem ~is~?

Silence.

Okay. Fast-forward to March 2010.

DO YOUR FUCKING JOB! I said.

That got their attention.

Bossman, he call me into he office and he say, Dude, what the hell you doing? Why you so mean in your email?

Did it gets they attention? I say.

Sho nuff, he say. All the way to the top.

Good. Missions FUCKING accomplished.

(And the crowd roars!)

Methinks they's a beer in my future at lunchtime. Not really. That's a rumor. I'd never be drinking on work hours. That's illegal, yo.


- Saul