How pissed am I? A wee rant with my latte.

[monkeybard]

[rant] So I was managing okay because I knew that the project I'm working on has a deadline of today, ergo it would be out of my life today.  Now I'm told (and this is supposed to be the good news) that the deadline was extended until the 10th.  Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!  This is not good news.  And there are apparently two more of these fucking things I'm expected to do that have gods-know-when deadlines.  It's a beautiful day out.  I have a cat, a laptop computer, a deck that gets a great signal from my home's wireless network, a novella to edit/finish, and a fanfic to finish.  I do not want to hear that I cannot have my life back tomorrow. FUCK! [/rant]

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[brightbeak.livejournal.com]

some folks don't get it - they don't realize that 2/3 of a person's coping mech's is KNOWING when the torture will be over!
*sigh*
*hands over some spare braincells*
bb

[monkeybard]

Thank you, my dear. I needed that. ::adds extra brain cells to her own depleted supply::

Less than the work itself is the blanket assumption that my time is wide open for their use. No one asked if I was available beyond yesterday. It was just assumed that I have nothing else to do with my time. That's just fucking rude. Then, as luck would have it, I went in this afternoon only to discover that the person heading this project isn't in today. I'd be pissed that he didn't tell me beforehand, but he didn't tell anyone beforehand, so I'm just going to charge for my travel time and enjoy the rest of my suddenly free afternoon.