It is interesting how people are asking me to do things for them in a tone as though I’m a friend doing them a favor. But I’m not a friend. And this isn’t a favor.

And I don’t fucking work for you.

And don’t send me this EOB tomorrow shit.

And don’t talk to me.

Everyone leave me alone.

Let me think for five fucking minutes. 

Just… chill… back up. Okay.

What did you need?

HOOSIERINDC ANSWERED: 

NOT REALLY. MY INITIAL OBSERVATION: THIS OFFICE IS QUITE DRAB FOR A COMPANY WITH AN EXCLAMATION POINT BUILT INTO THE NAME.

Our little room isn’t a good example of the full office. However, those white walls are made of white board paint. The pic just happened to grab a day where there wasn’t much nonsense drawn on.

There is no real way to prepare for a six hour software demo. I’m trying. I have documents printed. I had a breakfast sandwich. I have a mug of tea. That’s about all I can do.

My preparation for today has little consequence, because I have two more 6-hour software demos this week.

Eighteen hours of vendors, sales, malfunctioning projector equipment, and question after question after question.