Painkillers. 7/16/2004
I’m back at work, after a week off. I’m looking at my desk, and the several piles of drawings, TIEs, SIRs and DCFs awaiting my attention. I also have several vendor meetings pending. My return to work started yesterday at full throttle. It was a mad rush of co-ordination discussions, phone calls, e-mails and documents. And one vendor meeting. Which gave me the shits. If you’re going to represent an equipment manufacturer, make sure you know what you’re doing you bald headed twat. Don’t come back to me with a single sentence letter saying that you are unable to proceed with work because the pit is the wrong depth. We followed your drawing for the pit depth, and now you want it shallower. That ain’t my fucking problem, don’t make it so. And if I reject your drawing submissions 48 times, that should tell you something, shouldn’t it? Don’t go whining to the Project Director that I’m delaying the project. I’m not. You are. If you knew how to prepare a proper engineering drawing we wouldn’t be in this situation.
And hospital food sucks. I’ve lost weight since I got back and have been trying to put the weight back on. It took me a lot of beer and peanuts to attain this fine figure, and I don’t want to lose it. My back still hurts though. I’ve been avoiding the painkillers because I’m beginning to find them very addictive. The last thing I need on top of everything else is to have to go into rehab.
Just got out of another vendor meeting. If you have conjunctivitis, please stay at home and not come to see me. The meeting can always be re-scheduled, or you can send someone else. Some people are just idiots.
- Posted in : General, Work Bitching
- Author : thesnark
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