Happy Birthday, You Son of a Bitch

Yep. It's my birthday.
31. And I'm still on a millionaire, let alone rolling in dough, all dressed up in designer suits whose names I can't pronounce...
And yea, can you believe it? No Bentley.

It's 10.30am, and I've going through caffeine withdrawal,
my head's starting to spin,
and I've got no to-do list prepared for the day, as I usually do.

Oh and yep. I am IN THE FUCKING OFFICE.

Articulating myself these days has been hard.
Out of practice and all that.

So here and now, I will attempt to do a bit of... practising.

Now don't get me wrong.
I like my boss. And I do like my job.
It's just that right now, I feel like I completely suck ass at it.

That jackass has a way of making you feel like a hungry monkey with no idea
how to peel a banana...
with a smile on his face birthed from the nice, wholesome intentions deep within his heart.

Yesterday annoyed the shit out of me.
Now I get it. Submit the Monthly Sales Report. Sure.
Part of the job.
No problem.

But here's the thing.
I speak with the client, and figure out his requirements and goals.
Then the Technical Guy comes up with the 'How': What software the client would need,
how long it would take, etc.

So now I've got a budget from the client.
And put the number into the report as part of my forecast.
He asks me what exactly I'm selling.
I tell him the Technical Guy will be coming up with the components soon.

What happens?
He goes on a mini-rant about how I should know what I'm selling.
Exactly. The components. Everything. EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THAT IT IS NOT MY JOB TO KNOW...
at least, not until the components have been identified by the Technical Guy.

And I should know this AT ALL TIMES (he has a habit of asking you this type of question at unexpected moments, and not giving you the time to consult your notes).
Not just this. ANYTHING at all to do with EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY OPPORTUNITIES.
Every little motherfucking detail.

Why in the holy hell are there so many note-taking applications out there, do you think?
BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE ARE NOT WALKING COMPUTERS.
Therefore, we take FUCKING NOTES.

Give me a bit of time. Let me consult my notes, and I will be able to get you the answers.
Common sense. Severely lacking.

Anyway, I am not quite as eloquent as I would like to be.
But this is a start. I think.


Well enough of that.