"...We only said goodby with words..."
Actually, I just wrapped up a gig working off-site for a flaky outfit that has left me with plenty of blog fodder.
One minute I was bouncing emails and IMs with the bimbo that was my, uh, how should I say it...my project manager ("possibly alchoholic over emotional dipshit unstable bimbo without a clue" would be a more a more appropriate title), and the next minute my recruiter calls and tells me my contract is terminated immediately.
"Doesn't surprise me," I told him. "My boss was getting pretty irrational lately. Personal issues I think."
"Yeah," he said, "she does seem like an emotional person."
So just like that, I was back on the street, facing the prospect of going back to the chain gang.
It was a nice a run, lasting over a year, and I never spent one minute on site. Never even met the boss/bimbo or anybody on the team. All virtual.
Ah, but the stories that I've got, geeze...
Nothing like working with a middle-aged, pig-headed, non-educated chain smoking housewife trying to run an IT department out of her house to make things interesting.
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
I just hated the bitch.
Uneducated, non-technical, paranoid, delusional bimbos just should not be in the business of managing complex web applications. Dealing with them tends to kill my buzz.
More on her and my year working in my flip-flips and shorts later...
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