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That was one of the worst weeks of my life after college. If I wasn't at work, I was catching a few hours of sleep before going right back to work. I was heading a release that was shoved off onto me at the last second and I just wasn't in control of it. I also had to once again throw back my account home project because the requirements were STILL flawed, and to top it all off, I had to yell at my boyfriend and his PM because his project simply wasn't ready to go out because offshore QA did a horrible job.
I mean, it was a rough situation and I did what I had to do and feel like I ultimately acted appropriately, but I really need to learn to control my irritation when things become time sensitive and we're under a lot of pressure. I don't think I was horrible, but I certainly was terse. In retrospect, when I looked at the emails I sent out, it was clear the frustration I felt didn't actually come through that strongly and it was mostly in my head, thanks to a year of writing "corporate" emails I guess, which is good. But it was still a rough week and I didn't get any time to blow off some steam outside of the office.
Dhall was impressed with my no nonsense attitude towards business. That was hardly no nonsense. It was more like "Oh my god you fucking incompetent people, do not hand off this shit to me and expect me to work miracles because this is literally the worst set of requirements I have ever seen and you go right back into that office and you FIX THIS CRAP." I think he would be less impressed if he knew how close I was to just throwing print outs of the mockups down onto the table and spitting on them. But also once again in retrospect, I did shoot down every misconception and bad idea they had immediately and persuade them to see it from my viewpoint, something I worried about a lot because business tends to be so disconnected from reality that it's difficult to make them see the light. But I got what I wanted. HA!
AGGH.
When Ben gets frustrated or stressed, he becomes so overly affectionate. He wants to hug and kiss me ALL OF THE TIME, literally every few steps. When I get frustrated or stressed, I want to be LEFT THE FUCK ALONE. This of course stresses him out even more, so he tries to be even more affectionate, ad nauseum, and you can guess the result is that we get into a fight.
HORRIBLE
FUCKING
WEEK
I mean, it was a rough situation and I did what I had to do and feel like I ultimately acted appropriately, but I really need to learn to control my irritation when things become time sensitive and we're under a lot of pressure. I don't think I was horrible, but I certainly was terse. In retrospect, when I looked at the emails I sent out, it was clear the frustration I felt didn't actually come through that strongly and it was mostly in my head, thanks to a year of writing "corporate" emails I guess, which is good. But it was still a rough week and I didn't get any time to blow off some steam outside of the office.
Dhall was impressed with my no nonsense attitude towards business. That was hardly no nonsense. It was more like "Oh my god you fucking incompetent people, do not hand off this shit to me and expect me to work miracles because this is literally the worst set of requirements I have ever seen and you go right back into that office and you FIX THIS CRAP." I think he would be less impressed if he knew how close I was to just throwing print outs of the mockups down onto the table and spitting on them. But also once again in retrospect, I did shoot down every misconception and bad idea they had immediately and persuade them to see it from my viewpoint, something I worried about a lot because business tends to be so disconnected from reality that it's difficult to make them see the light. But I got what I wanted. HA!
AGGH.
When Ben gets frustrated or stressed, he becomes so overly affectionate. He wants to hug and kiss me ALL OF THE TIME, literally every few steps. When I get frustrated or stressed, I want to be LEFT THE FUCK ALONE. This of course stresses him out even more, so he tries to be even more affectionate, ad nauseum, and you can guess the result is that we get into a fight.
HORRIBLE
FUCKING
WEEK