The procrastination situation

Once again, I am called upon to produce a fully-developed technical proposal THE FUCKING DAY BEFORE it is due. In my industry, the timelines are sometimes short, but the brain-donor who sits behind the mahogany desk in the fancy upstairs office has had this tender wedged up her arse since last month. Maybe she expected me to know by osmosis or geomancy or Fast Radio Burst that she wanted my help, because actual instructions appear to be a bridge too far.

When she finally decided to pull it out, she realised that it was due tomorrow and sent me a frantic message last night. I let it go to voicemail, because I was off the clock by then and I don’t get paid enough to put up with after-hours office horseshit.

To be honest, I don’t know why I’m annoyed. This happens so regularly; it may as well be in my job description.

Tied in knots

Good news everyone! In response to dinahmow‘s request, here is some bonus content.

Anyway, the Happy Event(TM) took place some time ago and my boss did, in fact, give us a wedding present in the form of a gift voucher. I’ve never quite got the whole concept of these things. It’s basically, “here’s some money, but I decide where you spend it”.

Anyway, for Ms Mow’s edification, here is a picture of me and my best man hoping that the testicle-eating pixies are taking a day off:

This is not a manipulated image in any way. I really look like that and he has a bad case of pixelitus.