FREAKOUT Friday

Yes I know it's not Friday, but I was too lazy to write about this over the weekend and it happened near the end of the day last Friday.

By now if you've read any of these post I'm guessing it's just a bit obvious that Bob does not handle stress or deadlines so well, usually it results in a freakout of some kind or another.

Well on Friday Bob had a deadline to have some work to our client by 5pm that day. The work had to be sent to the print shop and be delivered about half way around the beltway. After hearing the standard mumbling and banging over by his computer I'm getting excited...will he make the deadline? will he freakout? It's looking good so far for at least a freakout.

Once 3:30 rolls around and Bob still doesn't have what he needs back from the print shop things start to go down hill. By the time it hits 4:00 we're just about in crisis mode. Bob decides that he needs to go pick up the work from the print shop himself and hand-deliver it to our clients as their office closes at 5 and we still don't have anything to give to a Currier. The bossmen agree with Bob and he's getting ready to go...fumbling for the address, running around the office...pretty much stressing himself out.

While the bossmen agree with Bob that he needs to deliver this himself now, they've come to realize what you've figured out by now regarding Bob's stress and how he handles it, so they decide I need to go with Bob....sweet.

By now it's 4:10 and Bob and I still haven't left as it seems Bob is having some issues with Mapquest. So one of our bosses tells us to go and call from the car for directions. "Alright Bob, we'd better go...seriously Bob, let's go" On the elevator ride to the parking garage Bob just about losses it, "Bossman is a #$%& jerk, he's such an @#$% I could have gotten these directions myself, what's his $#@* problem." Unfortunately it's just Bob and I in the elevator. I tell Bob it will be ok, let's just get to the car and start driving. Well after playing navigator and speed monitor (Bob, the speed limit is 55, that means you can go faster than 45 mph) we make it to the client's office by about 4:55 and all is well (aside from Bob nailing the curb on the way out of their parking lot)

At this point I think everything is good, it's about 6:00 and we're getting back to near our office (and where I live) and I ask Bob to drop me off at my place. I didn't think this was a big deal since it'd only be a block or so out of his way but apparently he "doesn't have time for that crap" and it's "too much traffic" for him to handle so he pulls to the side of the road and makes me get out of the car to walk the remaining two blocks home...awesome, thanks Bob.