We had a late job Thursday night, finishing up at midnight and me finally rolling into bed 1:00-1:30. As such, and seeing as there were no further pressing issues, we had a much deserved morning off. So I got to sleep in a bit, and I'm lying in bed still in my PJ's checking out morning tv when I get a call from my boss. A different client is throwing a fit because we're not on site. She didn't book us, so there's no reason for us to be there, but she's got important things that have to get done right away, where the f*** are we?!? My boss asks if I can head down immediately. Well I'm up anyways and seeing as it's our biggest client and that he asked rather than told me, I oblige. With a fifteen second shower and a leap into clothes, I'm at her office in 30 minutes to find out what the big emergency is.
The first thing is an issue for next week. To be more specific, I am NOT TO work on it at all today. The second thing is going over plans for next week, plans that I already had, plans that I already went through with her, plans that neither of us have any questions about. The third thing is finally some work for today. Oh, but it's just moving some random stuff around, do it anytime. The fourth thing, a status report. A report that she already had, a report that we already went through, a report where we're just going over the same things we talked about two days ago.
In the middle of this she asks if I'm okay; I look upset. (brings to mind a quote from The Punisher) "Upset? Is that the word? I used to get upset. When I got a flat tire, when a plane was delayed. I used to get *upset* when the Yankees won the series. So if that's what upset means, what am I feeling now? If you know the word, tell me because I don't." Upset?!? Me?!? No, not at all. I just love being pulled out of bed on my morning off and racing down like a bat out of hell to handle issues that can wait. Instead of being honest, I just tell her that I'm just tired, we had a late job last night. She shrugs that off and sends me on my way.
I know I wasn't jovial and chipper, I was damn pissed but I did do my best to hide it and I know I was polite and professional. But alas that wasn't good enough, despite my best efforts my face gave me away. I get a phone call from my boss telling me that the client called to complain about my attitude. I pull no punches and tell him exactly how I feel and what I did. He understands and just tells me to try to avoid her, as if I wasn't going to do that anyways.
She can yell, rant, rave, do whatever she wants and I have to like it. I frown and she's complaining about me. I hate that bitch.
The first thing is an issue for next week. To be more specific, I am NOT TO work on it at all today. The second thing is going over plans for next week, plans that I already had, plans that I already went through with her, plans that neither of us have any questions about. The third thing is finally some work for today. Oh, but it's just moving some random stuff around, do it anytime. The fourth thing, a status report. A report that she already had, a report that we already went through, a report where we're just going over the same things we talked about two days ago.
In the middle of this she asks if I'm okay; I look upset. (brings to mind a quote from The Punisher) "Upset? Is that the word? I used to get upset. When I got a flat tire, when a plane was delayed. I used to get *upset* when the Yankees won the series. So if that's what upset means, what am I feeling now? If you know the word, tell me because I don't." Upset?!? Me?!? No, not at all. I just love being pulled out of bed on my morning off and racing down like a bat out of hell to handle issues that can wait. Instead of being honest, I just tell her that I'm just tired, we had a late job last night. She shrugs that off and sends me on my way.
I know I wasn't jovial and chipper, I was damn pissed but I did do my best to hide it and I know I was polite and professional. But alas that wasn't good enough, despite my best efforts my face gave me away. I get a phone call from my boss telling me that the client called to complain about my attitude. I pull no punches and tell him exactly how I feel and what I did. He understands and just tells me to try to avoid her, as if I wasn't going to do that anyways.
She can yell, rant, rave, do whatever she wants and I have to like it. I frown and she's complaining about me. I hate that bitch.
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