I Need To Censor Myself November 14, 2007

At work, that is. I went down the hall to my boss’ office and asked if I could talk to him about that effed up email he sent last night. I closed the door. Sat down. Told him it was crap and that I’m bringing in more clients than the 2 biz dev jokers combined. As usual, he turned almost purple then started shaking uncontrollably. Maybe I shouldn’t have said his email was the “rantings of an insane man”.