One anal-nit-picky-accountant if you need your accounts accosted, your books balanced, your cash counted or any monetary maneuvers have I got the CPA for you - because if Bubba doesn't find a new job soon I'm going to get his fanny fired and fix this...
He got home last night late as usual, he sat in his chair like a lump, won't talk about it - frankly he said same shit new day (direct quote). He hates this job he hates the man he's working for he looks like someone kicked his favorite toy. Even when he is home he's a lump of general unhappiness. Cripes and enough already.
and of course he's a man which means there will be no talking, no hashing, no nothing, but cranky and grumpy - frankly Aunt Ing has had enough already.
Today started WAY to flipping early but on the up side I'll get to go home early - on the down side I've got a dinner to work tonight... Bubba has a memorial service to attend tonight for a former co-worker so he ought to come home in a real bright mood... I may start drinking when I get home.
Work has been a bit nuts the boss has been in but has graciously decided to leave early so his minions can fight amongst ourselves. We have a major release coming up and we are daily checking in with each other--- until today when our team who is an hour behind us put up a fuss about the time of day - their suggestion was to make it 5:30 East coast time when 3/4's of the team here in Va has headed home hours ago to beat some traffic -- those of us who work late don't want to work THAT late... yeesh already. Of course we all know these guys don't work until 8AM their time and heaven forbid they stay in the office until 5:00 pm - their time.
I foresee a HUGE fight come Monday about this... we are all just tired of fighting with our own team.
I'm heading home, a fight with the traffic, a fight with my eyelids and if I'm really unlucky fight with the weather...
Oh yeah it's a hockey night in Pittsburgh... and that's all I'm going to say about that.
Stay cool.
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