...You Amaze Me With Your Fucktardness
Meet J and Q, the two biggest royal fucktards in the planet.
They are my project group mates for my Entrepreneurial project. :)
They also happen to be absolute believers in misogyny, and in themselves. No other opinion aside from theirs counts - and apparently, slides for a Monday presentation have to be completed on the Thursday before that (because Q has to, absolutely has to, go to Paris to visit his girlfriend - till Sunday midnight, too - and he apparently has to keep it a secret from Monica and me too till confronted).
The reason for the rush is, of course, valid :
1)poker comes first before all else
2)Quentin's leave to Paris - nothing must be done to the slides till Saturday
They also insist that our presentation on an original venture is not at all about marketing, but about financials. Cash flow forecasts, financing, and business plans. Even though the professor emphasized that entrepreneurial ventures fail mainly because entrepreneurs are hopeless in selling their idea. They did a wonderful job of that, and of course they did the most work among all of us and we are all rightly accused as slackers and stupid women.
Oh, they think that choosing a name for our company, a marketing strategy, a directional image, is all crap and hardly important. "I don't care", was the response through and through. "I understand, Zee, but marketing is hardly the focus here. You must put all your information into two slides", they say.
Edit : I failed to mention their extremely reasonable loss of temper at Leila, the French girl from our team who had to go into Paris for a job interview. They accused her of turning around and criticising the project, when during the period they were doing up the financials, she was in Paris "Having A Holiday". So she apparently has no right of opinion, even though of course her fresh perspective (not having worked on the project beforehand) coupled with her intelligence gives her a very good eye for what's weak in our presentation. They were very mean to her when they spoke to her about it, hissy and snappy like two pussies.
They agreed to a meeting with us, but two hours before that, turned it down because "our presentation is quite good already, everything else we can do by oral". Oral sex doesn't cure all ailments, my friends, counter to popular French male belief it seems. Oh! And guess what, just as they say these words, another MSN window pops up with 9 other dudes staying here in Thornbank gardens, "Pokerr???? 22H15". Oh, now I wonder why they wanted to cancel that meeting of ours.....hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (thinks)
And they happen to be the only two people (aside from the bastard of an ex-boyfriend) who I have been angry enough to be really truly tempted to physically slap/punch/kick and twist in the balls. And I'm not just saying that, I mean it.
Read my lips, the both of you : confront me again and I will hiss at you till you yourself become tempted to hit me. Keep your balls and your egoes far far away because from what I hear, both of these things bounce on the floor pretttty well.
They are my project group mates for my Entrepreneurial project. :)
They also happen to be absolute believers in misogyny, and in themselves. No other opinion aside from theirs counts - and apparently, slides for a Monday presentation have to be completed on the Thursday before that (because Q has to, absolutely has to, go to Paris to visit his girlfriend - till Sunday midnight, too - and he apparently has to keep it a secret from Monica and me too till confronted).
The reason for the rush is, of course, valid :
1)poker comes first before all else
2)Quentin's leave to Paris - nothing must be done to the slides till Saturday
They also insist that our presentation on an original venture is not at all about marketing, but about financials. Cash flow forecasts, financing, and business plans. Even though the professor emphasized that entrepreneurial ventures fail mainly because entrepreneurs are hopeless in selling their idea. They did a wonderful job of that, and of course they did the most work among all of us and we are all rightly accused as slackers and stupid women.
Oh, they think that choosing a name for our company, a marketing strategy, a directional image, is all crap and hardly important. "I don't care", was the response through and through. "I understand, Zee, but marketing is hardly the focus here. You must put all your information into two slides", they say.
Edit : I failed to mention their extremely reasonable loss of temper at Leila, the French girl from our team who had to go into Paris for a job interview. They accused her of turning around and criticising the project, when during the period they were doing up the financials, she was in Paris "Having A Holiday". So she apparently has no right of opinion, even though of course her fresh perspective (not having worked on the project beforehand) coupled with her intelligence gives her a very good eye for what's weak in our presentation. They were very mean to her when they spoke to her about it, hissy and snappy like two pussies.
They agreed to a meeting with us, but two hours before that, turned it down because "our presentation is quite good already, everything else we can do by oral". Oral sex doesn't cure all ailments, my friends, counter to popular French male belief it seems. Oh! And guess what, just as they say these words, another MSN window pops up with 9 other dudes staying here in Thornbank gardens, "Pokerr???? 22H15". Oh, now I wonder why they wanted to cancel that meeting of ours.....hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (thinks)
And they happen to be the only two people (aside from the bastard of an ex-boyfriend) who I have been angry enough to be really truly tempted to physically slap/punch/kick and twist in the balls. And I'm not just saying that, I mean it.
Read my lips, the both of you : confront me again and I will hiss at you till you yourself become tempted to hit me. Keep your balls and your egoes far far away because from what I hear, both of these things bounce on the floor pretttty well.
posted by the zee at 8:11 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home