How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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In Which Remy is a Total Pussy

I get a note at work today, I need to see Will (the General Manager) and Chris (Ops Manager) on lunch. I think it's for a reaming over the evals from the first few days this week- I kinda stunk, at least in my estimation. It's not however. Nope.

Pongpat the owner of this New Horizons and a few others has landed in a bind. They need someone for an intro-to-java class down in Harrisburg next week- for Hershey Foods (not the candy bar company- they make Ice Cream though). Big big company. Big big contract. But I don't want to go to Harrisburg. A week in the ass end of Pennsylvania (no offense to residents, but all of Pennsylvania is the ass end) is not ranking high on my todo list.

I don't want to turn them down outright- New Horizons is my biggest client (read: only) and I want to keep them happy. So I go and claim that I have a meeting with a client over a website I'm doing. Bullshit, but I further claim that I can't get out of it or move it. To which they respond, "Okay, we'll just fly you back so you can go to that meeting if you can't move it."

*facepalm* At that point, I realized that I wasn't winning. So, I make an offer for $100 over my standard rate- I ask for $350 a day. And they go, "Sure". Fuck, I hate it when people take my first offer, because I could have gotten more.

So, Sunday afternoon, I hop on a plane to Harrisburg and spend the week in god-knows-where. If there's not Internet in my hotel room I'm fucking killing someone. I will burn the hotel to the ground and slit the throat of every employee for having annoyed me.


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