of a very unhappy new year

No, I’m not dead. Yet. There’s someone looking for me to kill me, sure, but they haven’t found me yet, because I’ve been buried under a file.

One file. Singular. I’m afraid that’s what will kill me.

Been working on the same presentation for a week and a half, burning the proverbial midnight oil (and the never-talked-about early morning oil), and I’m nowhere close to completion.

Because I’m not a fucking mind reader.

I don’t understand what There’s something wrong with it but I’m not sure what is supposed to mean, or how to interpret things like I don’t like that color, use something else or personally, I don’t like that box. Okay, I understand it doesn’t have that wow factor, but usually I’d expect that to be followed by a list of things I can do to make it better.

Putting your foot down with Oh but that’s a subjective opinion clearly doesn’t work and invites a serving don’t get defensive and don’t make my life difficult with a side order of I’ve been wanting to tell you this for months.

Quick tip: Excuse me?! How is that being defensive? is NOT the right thing to say here.

If you suppress that urge and come up with something creative, say – what do you want me to do, someone might say in so many words, I want the headers to get the first glance, so you should work on the visual hierarchy. 

Beats the fuck out of logic, but so does the whole controversy around PK.

Do you face similar difficulties at work? How do you deal with them? If you faced this on a bi-weekly basis, and you knew the person wasn’t open to feedback and had the potential to make your life more miserable than it already is, what would you do?