Last week: "OH MY GOD, WE DON'T HAVE A PAPER DONE, WRITE THE SWOT SO WE CAN."
I do, they read it, say it's complete shit, then rewrite it to fucking drek.
I'm then saddled with making all of the decisions in 30 minutes, and we wind up with 2nd place in the class in score in the sim.
This week:
They second guess and ignore everything I do, do their own thing, and completely fuck over the company with 2 hours of pissing around details I try describing to them and then make decisions that'll run a sim score of around 600 to probably around 400 (out of 1,000).
And then when I ask about a project due next week, they bitch me out.
oh boy oh boy oh boy
In addition, they take offense to my liberal use of "fuck," but that's another story altogether.
So what do I do here? Sit back, be nice and quiet, and don't say anything while they fuck the project over--or take the damn project over myself and do it behind their backs to make us do well and also piss them off?
Decisions, decisions.
I do, they read it, say it's complete shit, then rewrite it to fucking drek.
I'm then saddled with making all of the decisions in 30 minutes, and we wind up with 2nd place in the class in score in the sim.
This week:
They second guess and ignore everything I do, do their own thing, and completely fuck over the company with 2 hours of pissing around details I try describing to them and then make decisions that'll run a sim score of around 600 to probably around 400 (out of 1,000).
And then when I ask about a project due next week, they bitch me out.
oh boy oh boy oh boy
In addition, they take offense to my liberal use of "fuck," but that's another story altogether.
So what do I do here? Sit back, be nice and quiet, and don't say anything while they fuck the project over--or take the damn project over myself and do it behind their backs to make us do well and also piss them off?
Decisions, decisions.