I've said it before, I'll say it again: people who cannot get or keep their shit together can FTFO.
Because sometimes, no matter how hard I try to not let it be, a failure to plan on another person's part does turn out to be a crisis on my part...where I've had to sit with my thumb up my butt for three weeks while the person moseys along and then, at the last possible moment, ZOMG they have their part done and I NEED to do my part...only I don't have as much time as I should, thanks to their lack of togetherness.
Pompous idiot project managers, who live to kiss the ass of the CEO and NOT do the job they are supposed to be doing, can fuck off with a cheap bottle of hooch spiked with serum of ipecac.
People writing a plan for a unique situation should NOT cut&paste from other plans, even if there are some similarities. And if they do cut&paste, they should at least PROOFREAD the dreck they write before sending it out for comment.
That alone earns them the coveted "FUCK OFF AND DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH" award. However, since this particular person is simply going through the motions, just so they can wave a thick binder around and say "Lookit what we did! Aren't we good?", and make their incompetent bosses look good, that particular collective can spin on a dull and rusty bayonet, screaming "I'M A FUCKING INCOMPETENT IDIOT!" while they are drenched in the raw sewage outflow from San Francisco.
God, I hate posers.
PS: HH, you have "morning sickness"? Is there a "FUCK YEAH" lurking in the shadows around here?
JeffS--yep. About six weeks. Baby Huxley #2 ought to be arriving around Christmas. Hopefully, he or she won't be as impatient as Baby Huxley #1, and choose to arrive around Halloween.
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I've said it before, I'll say it again: people who cannot get or keep their shit together can FTFO.
Because sometimes, no matter how hard I try to not let it be, a failure to plan on another person's part does turn out to be a crisis on my part...where I've had to sit with my thumb up my butt for three weeks while the person moseys along and then, at the last possible moment, ZOMG they have their part done and I NEED to do my part...only I don't have as much time as I should, thanks to their lack of togetherness.
Pompous idiot project managers, who live to kiss the ass of the CEO and NOT do the job they are supposed to be doing, can fuck off with a cheap bottle of hooch spiked with serum of ipecac.
People writing a plan for a unique situation should NOT cut&paste from other plans, even if there are some similarities. And if they do cut&paste, they should at least PROOFREAD the dreck they write before sending it out for comment.
That alone earns them the coveted "FUCK OFF AND DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH" award. However, since this particular person is simply going through the motions, just so they can wave a thick binder around and say "Lookit what we did! Aren't we good?", and make their incompetent bosses look good, that particular collective can spin on a dull and rusty bayonet, screaming "I'M A FUCKING INCOMPETENT IDIOT!" while they are drenched in the raw sewage outflow from San Francisco.
God, I hate posers.
PS: HH, you have "morning sickness"? Is there a "FUCK YEAH" lurking in the shadows around here?
JeffS--yep. About six weeks. Baby Huxley #2 ought to be arriving around Christmas. Hopefully, he or she won't be as impatient as Baby Huxley #1, and choose to arrive around Halloween.
Timeshares can fuck off. What a waste of time. You know ... is the free stuff worth the 2 - 3 hours of hell? No. No it is not.
Fuck yeah for Baby Huxley Mk II!
FUCK YEAH, HH!! Congratulations!
Congrats, HH! Wow!
The month of April, disappointing and disheartening, can fuck off....
The fact that this week made me too weary to go online last night, thereby missing FOF, can fuck off.
But a big Fuck Yeah! to HH and family!!! God bless you!
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