How To Get On My Bad Side

[crankyoldman]

Now, I'm a "team player". I say this without the usual cynicism and sarcasm involved. I'm going to go as far as to say I'm the type you WANT on your team; I'm OCD organized when it comes to data, I'm adaptable to different collaborative tools, and I'm honest. I won't bite off more than I can chew and when I do I will call you in enough time for there not to be a panic and for us to get it all done yay.

Well so long as everyone contributes properly I won't have to.

I love Team Lost in Translation. A lot. Words cannot describe how much I love this group; I've been in bad design groups that didn't utilize the fact I am a bossy bitch when I need to be or assumed I was stupid and never let me touch a damn thing. No, this group allowed me a fair bit of freedom in the amount of analysis I did (hell, I was the only one on two subgroups; structures AND controls) and they respected my opinion.

Also, I was always the one called to ask if we were having a meeting and when. So I'm kind of like a secretary, but without the dumb.

I wasn't the group lead, that went to the guy with the most experience (rightfully) and I've never had an issue with him. He's the right kind of leader; he knows his shit, he can delegate, and he picks up the slack when someone is not assigned something. Texas Pilot is a fantastic team lead, and I'd want to work for him in the real work.

Now, there's a blot on our excellent team. Dumbfuck. See, Dumbfuck has a lot of theoretical knowledge. He really does. But it's almost TOO much. He gets tripped up on minute details and frankly? Has been half the reason we were behind. See, aerodynamics is something that you have to like to want to do. Most of this team? Structures. Propulsion. We were lean on aerodynamics and controls. Now, I helped cover controls. But I'm shit at aerodynamics.

Aerodynamics was the class with Professor Collicock, who I hated, so it's no wonder I absorbed basically none of the subject matter.

Anyway, so Dumbfuck has no sense of time. Or reality. Or "hey, just fucking estimate it already". Sure, you don't try to estimate in industry. But you also have better analysis tools than we did, and we don't have the skills for Computation Fluid Dynamics (CFD) so we're left with using equations and shit the hard way. Intentional, I know.

So Dumbfuck usually thinks he's smarter than the professor of the class and usually reprograms all the PROVIDED programs to help us with these long ass calculations and thus takes A LOT LONGER to do things.

He also doesn't know when to stop doing analysis and to start, I don't know, pulling out his shit for the report.

See, right now? 1 am? I am working on the final draft of the report for our plane before we start building. The end! The last bit! IT IS FINISHED. Well, provided that Dumbfuck gets his shit done. I asked for everyone to send me their bits by noon (giving myself a buffer of time for late people to get their shit in by like, 6, as I knew that would happen). There was one dude that got his stuff in by 10pm, but that was ok. I was awake.

Dumbfuck sends me his shit at 12:30 am.

Missing a deadline by that much and bringing everyone down as we wait on your slow ass? That is how to get on my bad side. Either cut down on your fucking blather that you're writing, pick out the IMPORTANT PARTS LIKE I ASKED, and just move on, or give it to someone else already. Your extra bit of detail is only going to make us go over the page count and since you're such a confusing fuck already I can't make heads or tails of the half-finished thing you've sent me now--

Have I said fuck enough yet? FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK. AM I NO LONGER PG-13 RATED YET? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN TEA?

I'm leaving up a "Things I want done by the time we all meet in the afternoon" list on the team's Google Groups page (yes we are very high tech) and going to bed.

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[whitemage]

Here is your godsdamn tea. *gives tea*

I love your rants, sweetie. Is that bad? *hugs*