Mike came into the office today, warning Doyle and I we may have lost a client. All three of us were working full tilt on the emergency, get this six week project done in two weeks project, and none of us had worked on the small tweaks the first client needed done.
Just after saying this, Mike turned away, and started working on yet another third project for a different client than the first two just mentioned.
Doyle and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, thought, "eh," and went back to finishing up that two week project.
I'm not sure what else we were supposed to do.
Update: Apparently, Mike is hurt and angry at this post, feeling I left out critical facts about this event. Fortunately, this is my blog and I can write whatever the hell I want. Hell, I can even mother fucking thrice damned curse on this blog if I fucking want to.
That's the beauty of having my own site.
So, he fucking wanted me to say that he fucking received an EMERGENCY super dooper REALLY IMPORTANT email from the client whose project he went to work on.
So, there. The rest of the fucking facts.