| zrusilla ( @ 2006-01-14 09:18:00 |
I wrapped up my contract
at Bank of America.
Word of my departure travelled quickly up and down the line of cubes. The knuckleheads, as I have come to affectionately call my cubiclemates, were startled and upset. "What? You can't extend? I can't believe you're not going to be here on Tuesday!" I called over my supervisor. "These fellows have become emotionally attached to me," I told him. "Next time you get a female contractor, give them the heads-up a few days in advance so they can deal with their grief."
It was a pleasant gig, and a total freebie that fell from the sky into my lap.
I never want to see a Vignette product again, though.
at Bank of America.
Word of my departure travelled quickly up and down the line of cubes. The knuckleheads, as I have come to affectionately call my cubiclemates, were startled and upset. "What? You can't extend? I can't believe you're not going to be here on Tuesday!" I called over my supervisor. "These fellows have become emotionally attached to me," I told him. "Next time you get a female contractor, give them the heads-up a few days in advance so they can deal with their grief."
It was a pleasant gig, and a total freebie that fell from the sky into my lap.
I never want to see a Vignette product again, though.