Chapter 8
If I could have punched something, I would have. The morning QA meeting I’d set up with the engineers had stretched past lunch, then gobbled up all of my afternoon because not one person seemed to give a damn whether or not we actually delivered on time except for me. That didn’t stop them from whining about coffee runs, though. Or complaining that I was being too strict. Or sexting beneath the conference table when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.
It didn’t stop me from reminding them who was signing their paychecks, either. Or that in this current economy, each and every one of them was expendable. Or keeping them well past five o’clock so they’d be stuck in the worst traffic possible for their rides home.
The one downside to that was it kept me there, too. I wasn’t w
