No seriously. I told you about it 3 weeks ago. I gave you last year’s schedule so you didn’t have to work from scratch. All you need to do is to keep tabs on the performances and the games.
Why, then, when the big boss asks how far along we are, do we have absolutely nothing to show? I mean, nothing? And the event is next Tuesday? And we have no program?
I’ve been bugging you to contact the entertainment firm for at least 4 weeks now. Have you? Do you know when the DJ is coming? Have you made arrangements for the equipment to be brought into the hotel? Do you have any idea what’s going to happen on the day? No?
… and my boots are lost somewhere in the FUCKING FREIGHT FORWARDER’S FUCKING WAREHOUSE and might not even be here in time for the event. When UPS delivered it on the 12th.
Can’t catch a fucking break. Seriously. Fuck.
Colleagues, I love you, I really do, but sometimes, things need to be done. I’m not trying to be hard on you. But seriously.
I hate my work life sometimes.