Pardon my language, but...

[melcreada]

I'm fucked. Big disaster at work. I'm in charge, hence it is all my fault. But, truly...I hate lazy programmers everywhere. Basically, I didn't go back and check everything the programmer was *supposed* to do (because he makes about twice what I do, so OF COURSE I should be checking his work). So, the system died. And about 9 million dollars didn't make it to the bank that morning. Like I said, I'm fucked.

Oh, I'll defend myself. I have everything documented like the anal little manager I am. But this truly makes me think about chucking it all and moving to Bora Bora, where I will weave baskets, drink cheap liquor, baste in the sun, and forever have sand in my shorts. *weak grin*

So, in keeping with my very foul mood, a new icon with more mopey Shakespeare and Aragorn looking like I did when the shit hit the fan.

I am supposed to go looking at apartments today. *yawn* So, nap first.

*trudges off to bed*

Comments

Sorry to hear about your work troubles. ;_;

[revolutionaryg.livejournal.com]

I can completely emphathize with what your going through. You see, I never saw myself as a "people" manager. I only wanted to be responsible for myself. So, I thought that project management was the career for me. I would be independent! In control of my own destiny! That is, until, I actually started managing projects. Then I realized I had to rely on people do to things for me, people who I had no control over and didn't have to answer to me. Of course, if they didn't follow through, guess who'd take the fall? Me. Because ultimately it was my project. I don't know how many times I got burned for actually expecting someone to do their job.

Which is why I now enter data into data bases for a living until I figure out what I really want to be when I grow-up. ^_^

Re: Sorry to hear about your work troubles. ;_;

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

LOL! Thank you...it's nice when someone knows exactly what you are talking about. I'm glad you found another job...I was just thinking that if things got any worse, I could always speak to an advisor about moving out of my area...until I decide what I want to do when *I* grow up!

Sorry to hear about the Rice-a-roni...

*grin*