I actually said the words, "GOD, he's such a weenie!" and it doesn't make me happy that I said that. It makes me as happy as the day that I used the term "pissing match", but I did say it. Granted, I didn't say it to that person's face but I said it. I meant it in a way that resembles the male appendage, but don't use those terms at work.
Would you call me unprofessional? No, because my actions have consistently taken the high road and it's not like I haven't run across this before. After all, I have been on enough projects where the lead consulting firm wants to extinguish all other consultants from rival firm and put one of their own on the project. I hated it when I was part of the lead consulting firm and someone who was a victim of circumstance was asked to leave and I'm definitely not liking it when I'm the one who is being targeted.
Still, I've consistently asked the person who I've dubbed "The Weenie" how I can change the perceptions of people saying what they've been saying (namely HIM), but I don't get an answer. It's frustrating to want to fix something but the person who is saying it's broken won't give you a clue as how to fix it. Gah! God, he's SUCH a weenie!
PLEASE tell me that David didn't pose for the picture.
Cute hat though. Can I borrow it? ;)
Posted by: Mama Eye | January 22, 2008 at 09:02 PM