Electrical devices don’t do shit, and how in the flying fuck is a flotation device relevant when flying between Cali and Texas? I’ve always wondered what would happen if I packed a parachute as my carry on — oh yeah, that’s right, I’d be the only person with a snowball’s chance in hell of living.
Sometimes, when I wanted to feel good about myself, I would go swipe other peoples’ print outs of their essays in the library and have a shitfit reading them. Unfortunately, I would then remember I attended the same school as them and their endemic idiocy (no amount of college could cure) would reflect poorly on my degree for years to come.
As someone that interviews, deals, and am not so far removed from being a recent graduate, college graduates don’t know shit. I was lucky in that I worked every year of my life across a variety of technology fields in both technical and client facing capacities. Sorry to say, but most really are that dumb and their downfall is being unwilling to admit they don’t know shit and come into a position with the necessary eagerness to learn.
Smutty Smuts College Girls 5, 8, and 15. Might as well prepare properly for the type of woman I plan on wooing after blowing through all the scotch left in my house.
Ok, here’s what you do: tell him you want to work with someone else, politely, to experience some different work styles for awhile. However, since he’s a possessive prick, and will take this as “fuck off,” just tell him to fuck off and start working with someone else. You’d be surprised how much shit you can actually pull, especially if he’s as much of a tool as you say. This is all assuming he’s not the managing/an influential partner — because if he’s not, he’s at the bottom of a shit pile himself and all he can do is bitch about it. You win, he looks like a pussy. Go forth young grasshopper.
Sooo… since he’s going to write you a shit review because he’s a prick, why haven’t you thrown in the towel with the resignation letter at the ready? I foresee a couple family emergencies you can pull to score another month or two of paychecks without doing any actual work.
I didn’t mean to post that under your anger, but sleeping on the floor of my office to start billing at 5 means I’m fucking loopy. Coffee required stat.
Since I don’t have a cube I can’t relate, but you if you could lock me in a confined space with that blonde girl and the rest of her shitty store bought sushi (hey, I’m hungry) I would be most appreciative.
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That pizza looks diseased.
It’s engorged with Jesus.
Electrical devices don’t do shit, and how in the flying fuck is a flotation device relevant when flying between Cali and Texas? I’ve always wondered what would happen if I packed a parachute as my carry on — oh yeah, that’s right, I’d be the only person with a snowball’s chance in hell of living.
You should sell Brian McG signature vests.
I’m aware, I was referring to their short dry streak prior to recent memory.
1994 Alamo Washington State 3-10 L
2010 Texas Illinois 14-38 L
We’ll just call those 15 years the dark ages. Props though for the last 3 years.
I’m always in for two days: 1 to go hard, and 1 to allow my carcase of a person ample recovery time before having to make a plane flight.
Except for winning.
Sometimes, when I wanted to feel good about myself, I would go swipe other peoples’ print outs of their essays in the library and have a shitfit reading them. Unfortunately, I would then remember I attended the same school as them and their endemic idiocy (no amount of college could cure) would reflect poorly on my degree for years to come.
As someone that interviews, deals, and am not so far removed from being a recent graduate, college graduates don’t know shit. I was lucky in that I worked every year of my life across a variety of technology fields in both technical and client facing capacities. Sorry to say, but most really are that dumb and their downfall is being unwilling to admit they don’t know shit and come into a position with the necessary eagerness to learn.
You sell everything, leech off your wife, or go into massive private debt.
DON’T FUCKING DO IT (unless you get into Harvard, Stanford, Wharton or equivalent). /end thread.
Smutty Smuts College Girls 5, 8, and 15. Might as well prepare properly for the type of woman I plan on wooing after blowing through all the scotch left in my house.
I’d still do it, nothing is worse than working with people not worth working for.
Ok, here’s what you do: tell him you want to work with someone else, politely, to experience some different work styles for awhile. However, since he’s a possessive prick, and will take this as “fuck off,” just tell him to fuck off and start working with someone else. You’d be surprised how much shit you can actually pull, especially if he’s as much of a tool as you say. This is all assuming he’s not the managing/an influential partner — because if he’s not, he’s at the bottom of a shit pile himself and all he can do is bitch about it. You win, he looks like a pussy. Go forth young grasshopper.
So that begs the question, why do you have to work with super-douche vrs someone else?
Sooo… since he’s going to write you a shit review because he’s a prick, why haven’t you thrown in the towel with the resignation letter at the ready? I foresee a couple family emergencies you can pull to score another month or two of paychecks without doing any actual work.
I didn’t mean to post that under your anger, but sleeping on the floor of my office to start billing at 5 means I’m fucking loopy. Coffee required stat.
Since I don’t have a cube I can’t relate, but you if you could lock me in a confined space with that blonde girl and the rest of her shitty store bought sushi (hey, I’m hungry) I would be most appreciative.
I’m glad they forced you to grow out of your gelly pen phase that’s lasted just a bit too long.
http://www.amazon.com/Rice-Krispies-Treats-Cereal-14-2-Ounce/dp/B001E6K63A/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top
Don’t blame poor eyesight for your sleeping with fat chicks.