Somewhat pissed...
"See what you could have been a part of?" C. asked, leaning against my office door after an impromptu demo of his interface.
"Yeah..." I was kind of depressed that he had done so much without me. "I wish I could have been a part of it."
"Well, that's what I was trying to get your help on. But you bailed on me."
He was smiling. I was not.
What the fuck?
No one ever contacted me regarding working on that project. I had a brief discussion with some manager outside the kitchen once. At that time, I expressed my interest and willingness to help. I never heard a second thing until now. I told C. as much. He rolled his eyes like I was conning him.
"Well, they said 'those resources cannot be reallocated.'"
Who is 'they'? Doubtless my fucking supervisor, keeping me around so I can waste my days playing foosball until his latest crisis. Fuck, that's annoying. The one thing that looks interesting and that I was actually excited about, but I allowed myself to get screwed out of working on it.
Whatever.
"Yeah..." I was kind of depressed that he had done so much without me. "I wish I could have been a part of it."
"Well, that's what I was trying to get your help on. But you bailed on me."
He was smiling. I was not.
What the fuck?
No one ever contacted me regarding working on that project. I had a brief discussion with some manager outside the kitchen once. At that time, I expressed my interest and willingness to help. I never heard a second thing until now. I told C. as much. He rolled his eyes like I was conning him.
"Well, they said 'those resources cannot be reallocated.'"
Who is 'they'? Doubtless my fucking supervisor, keeping me around so I can waste my days playing foosball until his latest crisis. Fuck, that's annoying. The one thing that looks interesting and that I was actually excited about, but I allowed myself to get screwed out of working on it.
Whatever.