"I haven't wanted to beat anybody's ass like this in a cool minute."
I ranted about this on Facebook late last night but deleted it, because I actually have a few co-workers who read that shit.
Three weeks designing a suite of graphics templates for the UK elections. Building them in Motion (which is like putting together Legos dipped in motor oil), writing an actual instruction manual, taking questions from the London office on how to use them, what they'd be using them for...
My counterpart in London fucked the entire thing up.
He contacted us early in the day with two requests, which were fulfilled, and then apparently injected ketamine into each eyeball before actually using any of the stuff I'd sent him.
19:30, I get an email that the senior editorial staff is 'hugely disappointed' at the confusing, inconsistent results.
I looked this shit over, and either the designer in London had a stroke, fucked up up on purpose, or is just a lazy moron.
And dropped it all at my feet.
TIGHT. I haven't been this tight in about two years. My trapezius is cramped all the way up to my eyes.
I'm ready to walk to fucking London to choke this jerk-off unconscious.
3. "^^^ reason the labour party lost" In response to Reply # 0
thats fucked up though, definitely clarify and then choke his ass.
would be a good reason to go to london.
. http://perspectivesudans.blogspot.com/ i myself would never want to be god,or even like god.Because god got all these human beings on this planet and i most certainly would not want to be responsible for them, or even have the disgrace that i made them.