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the Fucktards did *not* get me....
....this time.
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i am wound so tight right now i bet i could repel a Death Ray from the planet Psuygfth, should they think to attack.
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at one point it was looking like the sales meeting would be canceled. (oh frabjous day! callou, callay!) but alas, it was just a tease.
*sniffle*
i like the Regional Guy. he's cool. we understand his position (a resource for the OWNER) and he understands ours (enslaved by a Fucktard.) he recognizes the challenges of this property, and will listen to alternative and creative ideas on how to capture more of our market.
today was a check-up from the last sales visit, and to go over some fundamental stuff (that we already knew.)
we were ready, had our numbers and lists lined up, and although there were a few tasks on the last action plan that were not completed (due to the holiday season) the meeting was going well.
until the arrival of RD (aka, "Fucktard".)
all i can say is thank the Universe for the fact he was very late and we only had to endure him for ninety minutes (some of the longest of my life) and meeting over.
Gem had to tolerate him a little longer, as i had to fly to pick up the knight. i felt really bad about that and called her as soon as i got back.
she said that the Regional Guy was bragging on us. he was impressed that we had the majority of the work done (he said most places do nothing) and that we were so well prepared. he was impressed with my Mad Internet Skillz, he LOVES the electronic brochure i put together. he was amazed at the ground Gem and i have already covered, and remarked on the amount of (unpaid) hours we must put in to achieve such results.
all fell on deaf ears, i'm afraid.
(although i believe it's a scientific fact that Fucktards cannot hear things like "compliments" or "positive feedback" in regard to their employees. i further believe this is a congenital genetic defect. some kind of inability to hear on a sonic level? dunno.)
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we were grilled and basted, but the fire wasn't as hot this time around (Fucktards are notoriously well-behaved around people they consider of higher class. srsly.) we might be able to get through the weekend, but the thumbscrews have not been tightened. they haven't been loosened, either.
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i did not lose my temper. yes, there was the one moment my face flushed, but the tongue held.
a herculean effort, trust me.
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tomorrow our phones are finally getting fixed, and although the timing sucks hairy massive sweaty gorilla ballz (c'mon! you're going to take the phone system down on a freakin' FRIDAY? in a hotel??) at this point we need it done so badly it doesn't even matter.
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totally off the subject (which is a relief, i heard the sighs,) there are three types of knowledge. one is what you're told, one is what you see, and one is what you feel.
i'll go with the one i feel every...single...time.
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i have copy in Stage Two, and i'll be finishing that up tonight.
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i'm hungry but i don't know what i want for dinner. or even what i have.
popcorn is a food group, right?
heh.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
****
i am wound so tight right now i bet i could repel a Death Ray from the planet Psuygfth, should they think to attack.
****
at one point it was looking like the sales meeting would be canceled. (oh frabjous day! callou, callay!) but alas, it was just a tease.
*sniffle*
i like the Regional Guy. he's cool. we understand his position (a resource for the OWNER) and he understands ours (enslaved by a Fucktard.) he recognizes the challenges of this property, and will listen to alternative and creative ideas on how to capture more of our market.
today was a check-up from the last sales visit, and to go over some fundamental stuff (that we already knew.)
we were ready, had our numbers and lists lined up, and although there were a few tasks on the last action plan that were not completed (due to the holiday season) the meeting was going well.
until the arrival of RD (aka, "Fucktard".)
all i can say is thank the Universe for the fact he was very late and we only had to endure him for ninety minutes (some of the longest of my life) and meeting over.
Gem had to tolerate him a little longer, as i had to fly to pick up the knight. i felt really bad about that and called her as soon as i got back.
she said that the Regional Guy was bragging on us. he was impressed that we had the majority of the work done (he said most places do nothing) and that we were so well prepared. he was impressed with my Mad Internet Skillz, he LOVES the electronic brochure i put together. he was amazed at the ground Gem and i have already covered, and remarked on the amount of (unpaid) hours we must put in to achieve such results.
all fell on deaf ears, i'm afraid.
(although i believe it's a scientific fact that Fucktards cannot hear things like "compliments" or "positive feedback" in regard to their employees. i further believe this is a congenital genetic defect. some kind of inability to hear on a sonic level? dunno.)
****
we were grilled and basted, but the fire wasn't as hot this time around (Fucktards are notoriously well-behaved around people they consider of higher class. srsly.) we might be able to get through the weekend, but the thumbscrews have not been tightened. they haven't been loosened, either.
****
i did not lose my temper. yes, there was the one moment my face flushed, but the tongue held.
a herculean effort, trust me.
****
tomorrow our phones are finally getting fixed, and although the timing sucks hairy massive sweaty gorilla ballz (c'mon! you're going to take the phone system down on a freakin' FRIDAY? in a hotel??) at this point we need it done so badly it doesn't even matter.
****
totally off the subject (which is a relief, i heard the sighs,) there are three types of knowledge. one is what you're told, one is what you see, and one is what you feel.
i'll go with the one i feel every...single...time.
****
i have copy in Stage Two, and i'll be finishing that up tonight.
****
i'm hungry but i don't know what i want for dinner. or even what i have.
popcorn is a food group, right?
heh.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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