The next day I had to ask the two women what the project was, and what I needed to do. I couldn't make up for management being fucking clueless (or me being an utterly idiotic addict), so the best I could do was cover their Friday "treat yourself" lunches for a year and their bar tabs for the next four weekends. That was the deal we settled on. When I went to do my exit interview from that company, I made sure to tell the dipshit manager exactly what went down.Statistics: Posted by El Jefe — Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:01 pm
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