Just when i thought i've landed onto a fairytale job... Shrek's fairy-god-mother, Cinderella's step-mother and the big bad wolf slowly creeps out. FARKING SHIT. It's always the farking case... When you think you've jumped in for a slam dunk, the god-damn referee blows his farking whistle. CCB.
You know how terrible it is when you are in no position for new ideas (ok, yes the taokay says she wants more ideas from you, but when you provide those ideas, she just either has really bad memory or literally no memory and says neah, those ideas cannot work). When you are the middle person trying to satisfy everyone under the same labouring roof? Farking hell, if seriously i can satisfy all these non-communications, misdirections i can be GOD already. I'm not trying to be rude, but it's darn stupid. What i hate most is doing extra work.
PEOPLE, PLEASE COMMUNICATE BE'COS I AINT DOING EXTRA WORK.
Really, i have no extra strenght to satisfy everyone. It's so darn fucked up. FUCK...
tata for now...
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