Rantings of a Black Polemicist

My desk at work.

Friday, November 30th, 2007 | Work | Comments Off

This is where I spend a lot of my time lately. I’m an IT consultant to some Fortune 500 consumer company.

I billed 75 hours last week

Monday, November 26th, 2007 | Work | Comments Off

Because I was doing your job, Mr. Project Manager.

Be happy.

And stop sweating me about your budget.

I’m going over your head.

Friday, November 23rd, 2007 | Work | Comments Off

I started on a high-visibility contract with a Fortune 500 client back in late September. The political landscape is starting to reveal itself and it’s clear that we have a situation.

I’m working under a dishonest Architect who uses smoke and mirrors to put forth an image of competence. I didn’t care so much until he started getting in my way, then blaming me for not being able to do my job.

The requirements are all in the Architect’s head. Sometimes they stay in there for longer than they should. He plays games. He steals credit. He lies with a straight face.

I fired back this week and yanked his technical facade down around his ankles during a meeting. I exposed him for the fraud that he his and went over his head to get what I need to do my job.

He should know better than to fuck with me or my paper. At a technical level, he should have known that I’d leave him bullet-riddled and smoking before he had time to react.

From Warning by Notorious B.I.G.:

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should’ve packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I’m not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin…