The Collective Shit Hitting The Collective Fan

so my supervisor, who i'm liking more for the most part (except for assigning me a project that is due the day after my birthday, thereby preventing me from going on the cool team-building event and ruining my evening) came by before i left this afternoon to inquire how my day and then dropped the bomb--he had scheduled a meeting for the three of us tomorrow after lunch. the three of us being him, me, and the cabbage patch head. which is not a big deal as he's leaving for dubai and will be gone for a week so he wants to get any final updates and tie up loose ends.

that really isn't the shit. the shit is that he talked to the cph about her lack of professionalism when it comes to communication and it turns out, naturally, that she has issues with me. so, we have to hash everything out tomorrow. fun, fun, fun. it's probably a good thing that we're going to have it out, but i told the adorable one that i'm steeling myself for a full-frontal attack. i can't help but be on the defensive.

so, i'm taking in the double-plated armor and preparing for potshots, lobbed fireballs and the like. the good news? i am a very nitty, gritty, go-for-the-jugular fighter. regardless if she comes out swinging, i'll throw everything back in her face.

because as chris parnell, acting as simon cowell on "saturday night live", said, "i'm rubber, you're glue. whatever you say bounces off and me and sticks to you." nyah!