If a meeting is supposed to be on a certain day - there is no way it should be changed at 416 on the day BEFORE. Plans have been made, lives have been messed with. Why, o' fearless and braindead leader, do you insist on being so inept at everything that you can't figure that out.
Yeah, I know you'll write me up. But I have your email stating the date change. I'm going to print it out when I get to work tomorrow, just in case you have plans to screw me over - which I know you do because you are trying to cover your own ass at the moment. Because, that ass has fucked up so severely that the big boss is lookin' at ya now.
I have no desire to save your job. I'm fighting for mine; I have a house that I can barely hang on to. I don't care so much that you have a wife and kids. At this point in time, I'm in my own lifeboat heading for shore and you want to keep poking holes in it so that I don't reach the shore. I'm not sure I understand this considering there's plenty of room on the shore for everyone. If you could just figure that out - it'd be wonderful and I'd have your back.
As it is, I trust you about as much as I trust my ex. I know you're looking for every angle to make me look bad so you look better. Ridiculous. Aren't we all in it for one purpose? At least I thought so.
Stop changing the rules of the game as you go along - you'll find all the players will take their balls and go elsewhere.
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