A big fuck you just received. I am venting.
Had a horrific if entertaining day last week. One of the agencies I work with were asked to supply the technical side of a project for another agency for a Hedge Fund company in London, so I was called in to be the technical side (nice chain of agencies here).
We (the agency I work (LovelyAgency) for and I) were told the job had been secured and we just needed to work out what the technical requirements of the job were. We were booked in for a meeting in (/on?) the Embankment thursday Morning. Because I love the chaps at the agency (they are awesome but I won't say who they are here) I agreed to do the initial tech meeting for nothing as they were being giving nothing for the initial meeting/brief by either the agency further up the chain (TwattyAgency) or the end client. Didn't want to be a dick about it and my manager at LovelyAgency agreed to transport me there and buy me lunch.
Because we are hicks from the rurals of Berkshire we got a bit confused in the big city and were about 15 minutes late for the meeting (we did phone and let them know). When we arrived very apologetic the chap from the end agency (let's call him Twat) rather than thanking us for making the effort, or bothering to even acknowlege me beyond a brief 'Hello, I am Twat' just compained about us being late and how we should have planned our journey better. Possibly true but as I say we had apologised.
Walked us to reception, LovelyManager says to receptionist 'Hi, we're LovelyManager and Bob from LovelyAgency'. Her only response:
That was it. An abrupt, aggressive, single word. We gave them, she slammed down two name tags on the desk and said 'Bring them back when you leave', because us rural types love nicking shitty name badges.
Don't get me wrong, the receptionist wasn't the biggest cunt in the room. Everyone else we encountered there was much much worse, she would have to be psychotic for it not to have effected her.
Ushered up to a meeting room where we were told how our lateness had caused much grief and certain people couldn't make it now as they were VERY IMPORTANT, far too important to be kept waiting for us. They had important things to be getting on with. Again, no 'thanks for coming and seeing us'. Sat down in a worryingly shiny meeting room faced with the two most po-faced individuals I have met in my life and told - 'Please give us your presentation, we have other agencies to see'
Urm. Twat had clearly informed us that (a) the job was ours (b) this was a technical fact finding mission. Twat avoided our collective gaze. I giggled. I probably shouldn't have but in these situations I find it best not to take things too seriously. Stuck in a shiny room in a big building full of utter utter cunts facing us down for a lot of money's worth of work my first reaction should not be to find the whole thing fucking hilarious but I did (and still do).
LovelyManager tried his damndest to cover and basically explained we were here to take technical details. CuntA and CuntB explained they were non-technical and so this was probably a waste of time. I waded in and just asked lots of sensible questions and had the most painfully earnest conversation about very dull financial systems of my life. I usually do well here, I thought I had, I didn't stutter, was a little over-confident (which you would expect these people to appreciate). I did realise at one point I was just swinging round in my chair while answering questions which would seem a little too cocky. They seemed to expect a huge degree of respect, although not sure what for. They certainly didn't appreciate my sense of humour, got mostly scowls for my witty asides.
I did get a modicum of entertainment on the few occasions they directed questions at Twat, who was utterly incapable of answering anything. He clearly knew it was a pitch not a fact finding mission yet had NOTHING prepared at all. When asked how he would be improving the design and layout of their 'thing' he mumbled something about modernisation and stutted a lot. By about 30 minutes in I started being a bit of a cunt myself just to see his reaction. I could hear his anus sealing shut when I told the client I was unsure why they felt the need to upgrade their system as what they had worked fine.
We had already planned to make excuses not to linger with Twat as LovelyManager thought he was a twat, quick chat outside, still no 'thanks for making the fucking effort oh and thanks for being the only people in the room capable of answering any fucking questions' just a grumble about how we should make sure we quoted as low as possible.
We ran away. I stated my position that unless the cash was VERY good (which it wouldn't be with a chain that long and anyway it looked like Twat had already given them a budget and timeline before even telling us what the job involved) it would be a fucking hellish job spending 3 - 6 months dealing with Twat and an entire empire of Cunts which I just didn't want to do.
Fortunately, and unsurprisingly we didn't get the job (which Twat had told us was ours, hence his decision to not pay LovelyAgency, LovelyManager or myself anything for our day out).
I'm glad we didn't get it, I didn't want it, the work was dull and the people were awful. But I am annoyed at the attitude. The clients themselves were just horrific ugly (not in a physical sense) people, I don't like what they do for a living and I hated their pompous rudeness.
I am more annoyed at Twat from TwattyAgency. I have just been forwarded an email he sent to LovelyManager at LovelyAgency, basically blaming LovelyAgency for a 'disaster'. Given his utter fucking incompetence I'm amazed he has the balls to even talk to us (not that he ever talked to me really anyway). Still no 'thanks for coming'.
p.s. I work for some fucking awesome people especially LovelyAgency for which I am very grateful, if I had to deal with fuckheads like this all the time, I would not be able to continue with this career.