Stócach mhín

art is not a skill

And it pissed me off so badly that I spent the ENTIRE WORK DAY today compiling evidence from every project my team has ever done for her, pulling past emails she’d sent us, putting together an entire case proving that she had been the problem all along. That she got projects mixed up, that she’d made requests that were nonsensical, literally everything you could possibly imagine. Screenshots of emails, reports we’d submitted, EVERYTHING.

This woman in particular has been terrorizing my team for years, her name is almost a slur in my office, I had simply had ENOUGH of her.

I put all of this evidence together and sent it to all of my bosses at 4:30pm. Then I took a long break to eat a sweet treat and drink some tea.

After my break, my bosses all called in an emergency meeting with me and they said they read my report and fucking loved it. And I sat on a teams call with my boss’ boss as she wrote my nemesis the scathing email I had always fantasized about sending, using the evidence I’d compiled, and hit send.

Magos Squeek-Ratskit

"This one-one is Squeek Ratskit, Chief-Master Technomancer of the Harkian Fleet!” There was a crackle of lightning as this Squeek finished his speaking, his words had grown zealous and his mouth twisted into a cruel grin…up until he finished his laughing and he returned to the pose he had been keeping before. That of a hunchback with his arms barely extended out in front of him so his sharp augmented claws were just peaking from his robes.

——A meeting of minds

Jimoteè Chamameé