*sigh…Okay…I’ll try to explain it again…

What part of deadline are you unsure of?

Really? I’m wondering. Because you come to my cubicle, you ask for something beautiful, readable, understandable, and then I say “It will take two weeks if you can get me the info by Monday.”

MONDAY.

YES, the MONDAY that just passed a week ago.

And I appreciate the ‘gift’ of 90 percent of the information on that MONDAY DEADLINE. I do. I’m not being ungrateful here. But 90 percent is another way of saying “I am crippling you from doing your job.”

I needed that 10 percent of information from you. I needed it MONDAY. On the DEADLINE.

Oh, wait…what was that? You’re sure I can get it in there? Really? Well, as it turns out, I can get it in there. Yup. No problem. But your two weeks have already turned into three weeks.
Calm down. Calm Down…Calm the *&@* down!

I said two weeks if you can get me the info by Monday. It’s now TEN days since the deadline.

Ten Days.

Yes. Yup. Ten.

No, it will not arrive a week before September the First. Because August the 22nd is six working days from September the first and the printer needs 7-10 working days.

Okay, let me back up and do this very slowly so you get this: You turn in data. I put it on paper, send to printer.
Printer say ten days.
You whine like beyotch and drag feet.
I scream.
I drag info from you slowly and painfully like back alley abortion.
After i send to printer you try to change info.

NO.
BAD.

Don’t make me have to kill you, man. Proof does NOT mean “Last chance to change everything.” Proof means “last chance to fix the one error 400 people missed.”

What?

*sigh…Okay…I’ll try to explain it again…

until the next
Dyer Straits
Tom

Thomas (Tom) Stephan | Director of Something Clever
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