Iiiiit's FRIDAY!!! And you know what that means? It's Help Desk day! Yep, it's already been a week since I was stabbed in the back. The frusteration that I was having in my previous post was is mostly gone, I just realized that I wasn't going to be held responsible for the suckage, and I wasn't. As they were preparing the brief I got a phone call questioning my methods for preparing the data. I made sure to tell them that any questions they may have could be traced directly back to the suckage they put me through by changing everything without asking for my input and that if I was asked any questions that I couldn't answer I would "drop a dime" on them (that's when you call them out in front of the important people). This was me letting them know that I was getting ready to stab and that they should turn and present me with their chest rather than their back, you know, offering some professional curteosy.
Shortly after hanging up I got another call from the same people asking as many questions that the general may ask that I would have to answer thereby protecting themselves from any potential cheststabbing I may have in store for them. And it worked. The general asked the questions and they gave the answers I gave them. The whole thing works for me.