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So. I'm going to Charleston on Sunday night. And I *thought* I was teaching a class in how to maintain SDR on Tuesday. Plenty of time for me to get in, glad hand like I'm supposed to on Monday, get a little work done and actually -- you know -- PREPARE to teach. I've been too busy and will remain too busy over the next few days to do it.

So, we've been asking our prime contractor to send us the precise teaching schedule for TWO WEEKS. And the last we knew involved me teaching Tuesday morning. We get the schedule, and it aint even Monday AFTERNOON. It's MONDAY MORNING FIRST THING!

And he only told us because my PM finally managed to chase him down and he couldn't avoid her anymore. When was he going to spring this on me? MONDAY MORNING??? It's not an impossible situation. It's really not. But I am angry. Really angry. Because I really and truly could have gone down there and found out Monday when I hadn't even looked at the slides that I was supposed to lecture. And then I would have cut Brent to pieces in public with a dull knife.

I don't know which thing would have pissed me off more. The teaching with no notice or the extent to which I would have lost my shit unprofessionally on my prime contractor's tech lead. I am livid about what almost happened if that makes any sense.

Anyhow, I don't typically post nastiness about work. It does have a way of biting a person on the butt. Boy does it ever make me steamed, though.

Posted by karen at June 20, 2002 12:00 AM