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Jun. 8th, 2007
Failure to plan != emergency, &c &c.
Jun. 8th, 2007 04:12 pmYou know what pisses me off today?
Q: I expected $thing from you at 4p, and I'm upset that you didn't do that thing! It's been 5 business hours!
X: ...why didn't you mention this to me at 4:15p?
Q: That's hardly the issue! You should have done $thing on time!
Fuck that goddamn line of reasoning, for lo, I am sick to death of it. If something is so goddamn important to you, then you don't fucking wait until the next day so you can get moral high ground cookies.
You know what the above convo tells me? It doesn't tell me that $thing is important to you, it tells me that having me be wrong is important to you, and that is fucked up in the extreme. In the future, if it is important to you that $thing be done at 4p, and I have not gotten $thing done by that time, fucking call me on it as soon as possible. Are we in middle school? Seriously, wtf?
Q: Since you should have done $thing at 4p, that means you are in the wrong; stop thinking that you can turn this around on me!
Why is it I'm surrounded by ignorant fuckheads who can't seem to get it through their skulls that it's possible, in this great wide world of ours, for me to be wrong and for them to be immature pricks? These are not mutually exclusive! Observe:
- I messed up by missing the time.
- You messed up by not following up on your oh-so-important thingie.
Voila, motherfucker.
I'm not even going to get into the part where I am fucking famous for having a shitty memory, and failing to take that into account is not my fucking problem any more. It is a data point that you are ignoring so you can feel self-righteous. Well, not any more, pickle-fucker.
Grr.
I will furtherly not get into the part where I wasn't told $thing was due at 4p. *twitch*
Q: I expected $thing from you at 4p, and I'm upset that you didn't do that thing! It's been 5 business hours!
X: ...why didn't you mention this to me at 4:15p?
Q: That's hardly the issue! You should have done $thing on time!
Fuck that goddamn line of reasoning, for lo, I am sick to death of it. If something is so goddamn important to you, then you don't fucking wait until the next day so you can get moral high ground cookies.
You know what the above convo tells me? It doesn't tell me that $thing is important to you, it tells me that having me be wrong is important to you, and that is fucked up in the extreme. In the future, if it is important to you that $thing be done at 4p, and I have not gotten $thing done by that time, fucking call me on it as soon as possible. Are we in middle school? Seriously, wtf?
Q: Since you should have done $thing at 4p, that means you are in the wrong; stop thinking that you can turn this around on me!
Why is it I'm surrounded by ignorant fuckheads who can't seem to get it through their skulls that it's possible, in this great wide world of ours, for me to be wrong and for them to be immature pricks? These are not mutually exclusive! Observe:
- I messed up by missing the time.
- You messed up by not following up on your oh-so-important thingie.
Voila, motherfucker.
I'm not even going to get into the part where I am fucking famous for having a shitty memory, and failing to take that into account is not my fucking problem any more. It is a data point that you are ignoring so you can feel self-righteous. Well, not any more, pickle-fucker.
Grr.
I will furtherly not get into the part where I wasn't told $thing was due at 4p. *twitch*
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Jun. 8th, 2007 09:01 pmI met a guy at a bus stop... months and months ago. And he was neat, and I kept kicking myself for not having gotten some contact info.
Today at work, Seniorguy talked up this show "The IT Group" to me - I'd never heard of it before.
Today on the bus ride home, the guy showed up (it's his route home too), and we nattered, and I got not only his email address, but a burnt DVD containing three CDs of "The IT Group". (He had a spare.)
Life is weird in manageable doses, and that's fine.
Today at work, Seniorguy talked up this show "The IT Group" to me - I'd never heard of it before.
Today on the bus ride home, the guy showed up (it's his route home too), and we nattered, and I got not only his email address, but a burnt DVD containing three CDs of "The IT Group". (He had a spare.)
Life is weird in manageable doses, and that's fine.