Steamed

Oh, that Yentl.

I remember back in March when I was begging, pleading, cajoling, crying for dates and deliverables (I am project wallah and she 'owns' the product, but I do not report to her). I had been pleading for at least three months.

At one point, I was standing in the board room with only Yentl and Vendor Girl present, pounding my finger into the table saying, "I have to have dates. You don't give me dates, I can't give you a project delivery date" and was met with stony silence.

This is the last "summer day" Unnamed Co has. I had plans for my half summer day. In the past, I've only taken an hour off early here or there, but today was The Day.

Suddenly Yentl shows up on the phone and in email, demanding to know about situation A. WTF, Situation A? We dealt with that on Tuesday. The Mighty Hungarian took care of it.

This is how I think of The Mighty Hungarian, er, obviously with me on his back:


Anyway, Yentl rags on me for four solid f***ing hours, hours that were precious because Boy Wonder and Former True Boss are in the Land of the White Witch and Fireman Fred is on vay-cay. I had plans for this precious four hours.

And then....and then....when I've finally told her all I can tell her, when I have managed to not go medieval on her, she says.... she says....

Be sure to check your email this weekend.

WTF? I mean really, wtf?

If it were someone I liked...someone who had done me favors...someone who had come to my aid when I needed it instead of leaving me twisting in the wind, I would gladly do it.

But for Yentl?

Naddafingah!

Oh - and what was so pressing for me to do at home? Why, I had to paint the ceiling of my new office/study, right after I did my finances.

Latest mystery, usurping that of why Yentl is allowed to live:

How de cah insurnce goan be paid? I sits and thinks. And nuthin hoppen.