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In the course of a half-hour meeting this afternoon which I was not privy to, the president of my company threw out seven months of my research and development and basically spit on an idea that up until now had been well-received by everyone from the grunts to the clients to the vice presidents.
Tell me why I shouldn't kill him. Or quit.
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Comments (4)
Well ... because he .... umm ... I mean, the thinking must have been ....err ... in the larger picture this made sense because ... in certain roles ... uh ...
Nope. Can't think of any reasons. So, work on your resume and clean off the meaty pieces that are still stuck to your bonking stick.
Posted by: Josh | December 17, 2002 10:13 AM
I wish I could. I just have the feeling that my bonking stick is going to ricochet off him and hit me right in the eye.
Posted by: Joy | December 17, 2002 1:15 PM
Who said you shouldn't kill him? You just shouldn't kill him yourself.
Posted by: Jen | December 17, 2002 8:16 PM
work on your resume... and think of some dastardly (but subtle) things you can do to annoy/piss him off in the meantime. maybe leave some limburger cheese in his office hidden somewhere? or some rubber cement on his spacebar and enter key?
Posted by: mikey | December 18, 2002 1:19 PM