The Bloody Doors Off

I got asked to work late. Not a problem; I hadn’t worked OT in weeks and there was nothing on my schedule.

But the work itself. Man. One client gave opaque instructions to begin with (through a third person). Did it to company standards. Only that wasn’t what he wanted. So he provided another scratched version (again through an intermediary). Did the best I could and sent it back.

And then came the email. He was pissed because clearly I couldn’t read his mind or understand what he hadn’t explained. I’ve heard about this guy. You don’t give him exactly what he wants, he goes ballistic. I fucking hate clients like this. You always find one in a large company.

I had to hand the map off to someone else to work on. Because I couldn’t handle the anger. His, and a bit of mine.

Don’t like how that shit can affect me. It gets me pissed off, and then I shut down because if I don’t, I explode. And blowing up is never a good thing.

But of course it marinated in my brain pan all night.

I need to learn to let this shit go. It’s not good for my mental health.