Different verse, same as the first

[grammarwoman]

Dear B, you raving [insert your choice of pejorative name for a piece of female anatomy],

I have proven to you time and again that I am a skilled programmer. I also know that if I submit a piece of code to you that is anything less than flawless, you will show me approximately the same level of patience and courtesy as that of a starving, rabid Chihuahua with a porterhouse steak.

Please assume, then, that after a few very painful lessons, that I would not willingly give you code that has not been tested within an inch of its life. Please also check the date on the code in question to ascertain that you’ve had it for over two months, and then quickly glance at the error message on the compile log to learn the field name that was the cause of the failure. It may be the exertion of a few minutes to check the table definition, what with attempting to type with your festering claws, but I will optimistically give you the benefit of the doubt (that, incidentally, you have never shown me) that it would not have taken you very long to realize that the field name was changed by someone else between my release of the code to you and today.

I would appreciate that, in the future, you would not automatically assume that such errors are my fault and drop the task on my desk with the sort of sneering condescension that you just displayed to me. I realize the futility of my request, as I have demonstrated my competence to you in similar situations countless times.

In short: fuck you, you oozing hosebeast.

Kisses!

grammarwoman

Comments

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

Gawd, how satisfying would it be to actually be able to *send* this to the asshat in question? *shivers*

[grammarwoman]

My immense satisfaction would probably level the building.

One of the saddest things is that I could explain this situation to every person in the department, and not only would none of them be at all surprised, since she's done the same thing to each one, none of them could/would do anything about it. She holds a mysteriously untouchable position, even though she's not the boss, and has gotten several people fired for standing up to her.

One of many reasons I need to leave this place...

[sweetcoalminer.livejournal.com]

On Mondays, I never go to work. On Tuesdays I stay home. Just sing it to yourself.

[grammarwoman]

On Wednesdays, I never feel inclined. Work is the last thing on my mind!

*grin* I do love that song, as does the Emperor.

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

Youch.

I'm sorry.

Anything fun going on to distract from the suck?

[grammarwoman]

Hm...Ben Browder in 2.5 weeks. Friends coming to visit tomorrow. New Eureka tonight.

I'm OK. It really is the same old, same old -- more venting than anything.