Man, we've been getting our butts kicked with a new product launch these past couple weeks. Short fuses. Avalanches of gotta-have-its. As a result, all the people who are outside this new-product luge of pain are getting irritated at being relegated to bridesmaid status. Somebody from the Complaints Department (boy there's a job I'd love to have) called to ask why a certain page wasn't on the company website anymore. I'm not on the web team. I tried to feign ignorance and put her off until an appropriate victim could call her back and be sacrificed, but she was persistent. So I took an educated guess as to why the page was gone (my guess was quite accurate it turned out).
She then started leaning into me about why that was a bad call and all the reasons it's leaving so-n-so high and dry, and on and on. I started to get irritated, because I've got better things to tackle than this festering rash I was getting, so I said, "Wow. It sounds like somebody called and ripped you a new one." I immediately started kicking myself. Her reply--in slight British accent--was Well...yes...but I CERTAINLY wouldn't put it in those words..." D'oh. Stupid irritable brain. I apologized for my hasty choice of metaphors. That's just the way it is though. Whenever somebody wants to ream into somebody else, that person never seems to be available, so it's up to the innocent bystander to take the hit. That's right. I'm an innocent bystander. Pure as the fallen snow I tellya. OK. Thanks for letting me release my negative energy. I'm going back to the meat grinder.
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