arrgghh

I am having the worst day at work. I am pretty convinced that everyone here is out to get me. Yesterday I had this conversation with the Boss:

Boss: We need to be in NJ by Thursday! [he means next Thursday, not tomorrow -g]
Grumpy: Why?
Boss: Because I'm going to be in NYC Tuesday and Wednesday, and then I can go to the client on Thursday.
Grumpy: Oh. Well I continue to not have good results.

The stupidity of this is staggering. The client pays for our plane tickets, so it's not as if our small consultancy has to absorb extra costs. Now, I have to rush around like a fucking crazy person to try to get everything ready for Thursday. Sure, it would be convenient for his majesty, but I mean, really, is this really best? While I'm rushing around, I'm not solving the basic fundamental problems I am having on this project. No time for the small shit, right?!

To be ready to be in NJ by Thursday, I have to get amazing laundry list of items finished, 90% of which rely on other people to come through in time. And, all these items have to be completed by Tuesday to account for travel time. The likelihood of all of this happening I have calculated to be exactly zilch.

Today, he and I have this conversation:

Boss: Are you almost done? I could use any free time you have on this other project.
Grumpy: Free time? I thought you needed me to be ready by Thursday for the NJ thing.

What I really wanted to say was, "Are you fucking smoking crack?!"

Then I get this email from the fucking overeducated windbag freelancer:

Sorry I didn't make it in today but I've been cleaning my way out of a virus or something in my laptop. It should be clean now, but we'll see. Also, tomorrow I have appointments through lunch and will make it up right afterwards.

Remember that laundry list of items that I mentioned above? Right-O. There goes the first thing not getting done in time. That didn't take long, now did it?

If I weren't such a pussy, I'd quit. Then again, if I weren't such a lazy fuck, my resume would be ready.