Feeling spoiled...
There are times when I wish to strangle them, but I really am fond of my boys...
I had a proposal go out today--something biosolids related of course. (I tell you, it's all about the biosolids...I have no innocence left: I know exactly what happens to the toilet water ~sigh~)
Anyways, the project manager kept changing things on me. "Let's leave this in; let's take that out." Repeat. In reverse.
There were less than 6 hours to the deadline.
I had to chant the mantra "I love my boys, I love my boys" and drink a lot of nice, calming herbal tea to keep from hitting him with a blunt object.
However, we kept plugging at it and managed to deliver it on time. (I was actually on-schedule production-wise the entire time, although I don't think he realized that. I automatically add several extra hours to my estimates for this very reason--shh! The guys haven't appeared to pick up on this yet. They seem to think the proposals get out the door because I'm Superwoman or something...)
So, then the project manager took me out for lunch. Indian food. Very yummy. The restaurant is a hole-in-the-wall, but man, does it have good food.
I do so adore this particular project manager--even when he's driving me crazy. He's actually one of my favourite people, period.
Case in point: he insisted on ordering enough so that I could have the leftovers. Yummy lunch for me tomorrow!
I'm so easy.
I had a proposal go out today--something biosolids related of course. (I tell you, it's all about the biosolids...I have no innocence left: I know exactly what happens to the toilet water ~sigh~)
Anyways, the project manager kept changing things on me. "Let's leave this in; let's take that out." Repeat. In reverse.
There were less than 6 hours to the deadline.
I had to chant the mantra "I love my boys, I love my boys" and drink a lot of nice, calming herbal tea to keep from hitting him with a blunt object.
However, we kept plugging at it and managed to deliver it on time. (I was actually on-schedule production-wise the entire time, although I don't think he realized that. I automatically add several extra hours to my estimates for this very reason--shh! The guys haven't appeared to pick up on this yet. They seem to think the proposals get out the door because I'm Superwoman or something...)
So, then the project manager took me out for lunch. Indian food. Very yummy. The restaurant is a hole-in-the-wall, but man, does it have good food.
I do so adore this particular project manager--even when he's driving me crazy. He's actually one of my favourite people, period.
Case in point: he insisted on ordering enough so that I could have the leftovers. Yummy lunch for me tomorrow!
I'm so easy.