poprock wrote:I’m getting hammered at work again this week. I’m so exhausted it feels like a fucking Friday night already and it’s actually only Tuesday.
I’m still thrilled about the promotion I got a while ago, and I want the responsibility that came along with it, but fuck me, the pressure is real.
This morning I was presenting work to a client. 15 people from the client side, three from ours. Four hours of me speaking, showing and explaining – with near-zero input from my two colleagues (one of them the MD). Five minute walk across town and then a two-hour briefing from my MD on a different project. Two and a half hours back in the studio running a team of designers to put finishing touches to a pitch for tomorrow morning. Break to go out and have a few drinks and watch the fireworks. Another couple of hours at home reading the final pitch documents through as prep for tomorrow – 60-odd pages of visual strategy plus 100+ pages of tender submission (credentials, basically). In the morning I have to present all of that to a room of (I think) 12 people in just under two hours. It’s a job worth about £300k of pure profit over two years. Nae pressure at all then, eh?
On the plus side, I fucking nailed the four hour presentation this morning. That client’s happy as hell. And my pals whose house I went to for the fireworks tonight served some bloody fantastic home-made sloe gin, which is probably why I’m still awake.
Anyway, none of the above matters. I just wanted to vent. Hashtag middle class problems etc. My diamond shoes are pinching again.
Diluted Dante wrote:Hire me instead. I have no related skills, but I can't afford to drink or hire prostitutes.
Diluted Dante wrote:Craig, Kenny and Liz each gave excellent service, it was clear that they were under expert management. As I was racing out on my new scooter, I saw a tall fellow appear, with magnificent facial hair, who exuded authority. I immediately went back and bought something, anything from him. I confess I can't quite remember his name, such was the level I was starstruck. Gavin perhaps.
HawBawJaws wrote:Fuck hiring that guy, as someone said above, lawsuit waiting to happen.
R. E. Interviews - in cineworld, we did group interviews, maximum 20 per session. We'd always invite 30, because we knew half of them wouldn't turn up.
Last point, well it's more asking a favour really - the owner of my company has a major hard on for Google reviews. If we get a 5 star one, the customer gets a fiver voucher sent to them, and we get a fiver for every one we're named in. I think my competitors are trying to stitch me up, had a few recently that are utter bullshit - saying they weren't greeted or approached, the service is terrible, but then they went to a competitor that miraculously saved the day for them. It's utter pish, but 2 can play the fake review game - if there's any badgers reading this with a Gmail account and fancy helping a brother out, go and chuck me a wee 5 star review? Just Google 'careco Glasgow' then hit the reviews tab underneath. My advisor's names are Craig, Kenny and liz, and obviously I'm Scott.
Thanks in advance, trying to get my average up so I can get left alone by the boss and actually focus on important stuff......
Wookienopants wrote:Good idea, I’m gonna sign in on my wife’s account and say Scott tried to grope me
nick_md wrote:Should we not stagger any positive reviews tho m8, otherwise the gig'll be up?
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