so...yesterday was the day that my semi-annual work freak out. it really wasn't my fault...I swear!

Let's just say that I told some in the mismarketing department to "never fucking come over here and tell me you are too busy to help with the quality of the product! Without the product your job means nothing!"

And then while his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were starting to unroll from the back of his head, I added: "next time you lose 50% of our customers during the renewal process, we'll see kind of jobs we all have."

(complete with sound bites that were probably floating around in my head at the time)

I think that was the thing that did it...

"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like than again! Who the fuck do you think you are!?!"

And then he stormed off...

I thought he was going to hit me...

He probably would have if I answered his question with what I was thinking: "I'm saying what everyone else thinks!"

Oh, did I mention that this all happened in front of my boss' office door? His open door? With him standing in it?

yeaaahhhh

so far, there hasn't been any discussion of a touchy-feeling-we-all-work-together meeting to put this behind us...but I'll let you know...