The only logical explanation for my corporate existence is that I am on some kind of Truman Show-esque program designed to see how long I will last before I snap and punch someone in my office in the face.
How else do you explain my day starting with getting dressed down for not meeting a 2/11 deadline on a project my boss assigned to me on 2/25?
He even forwarded me the email chain from the stakeholder making the request. Which he got on 2/4, sat on, then emailed me on 2/25, then decided I was slacking.
