I'm at my breaking point. Boss is pasdt her breaking point.
People are twits.
Boss just wandered back here to make sure I had read an e-mail I was BCCed on and asked if the underlying message was 'alright".
"Well, since the underlying message was "For the love of pete, read your effing emails already people!", I'd say, perfectly acceptable and nicely obvious. But without the swearing"
situation temporarily diffused.
And these fuckheads better read their effing emails.
(on a plus, we did find a way to do our egg drop properly. We had to kiss a lot of ass to get it, but we found a balcony, that I was initally told I wasn't allowed to use, 7 meters up. YAY!)