Success is annoying. I mean, you work your ass off to get things done right, on time, and under budget for someone else's company. You pull freakin' miracles out off your ass to save them time, money, or whatever, and what happens? Pats on the back? Probably not. They (nameless, faceless THEY) don't say, "Hey, great job man. Take it easy for a while. We've got you covered."
Hell no. They pile more and more shit on your already freakishly high work load, congratulate your inept co-worker for getting the pop-top can open on the first try without pouring it on himself, and then start making demands like "where's that proposal I asked for?" Up your ass, pinhead, if you don't get the Hell out of my office. That's where. Fuck off or I will replace you with a very small shell script.
Moral: the more you produce, the more they will expect. Careful with that expertise, Eugene.
Hell no. They pile more and more shit on your already freakishly high work load, congratulate your inept co-worker for getting the pop-top can open on the first try without pouring it on himself, and then start making demands like "where's that proposal I asked for?" Up your ass, pinhead, if you don't get the Hell out of my office. That's where. Fuck off or I will replace you with a very small shell script.
Moral: the more you produce, the more they will expect. Careful with that expertise, Eugene.
