Today, I finally confessed to the director of a particular project that I thought his project was a fucking nightmare.
Me: Eric, I don’t know how to say this… I know this project is your ‘baby’… and we’re not supposed to hate babies… but I really, really hate your baby….
Eric: Oh. Yeah… it’s kind of like Rosemary’s Baby….
Eric: … Or more like a Frankenstein baby….
Me: EXACTLY! The body parts are everywhere….
I hate that baby. I hate that baby so much that I’m looking for another job.
Eric: What can we do to change this?
Me: Find someone else to take care of the baby….
Eric is an incredibly nice fella, he really is. He’s the nicest lawyer you could ever meet. Which is why I feel so guilty about saying that I fucking hate his baby and I want to get as far away from it as possible. It’s a fucking ugly baby…