I wrote to the project manager asking him to provide some images and the organization chart of a certain subsidiary for some slides I was working on. Give me one week, he say. Fine..
The week comes & goes and I have to write to him again reminding him re my request. Tomorrow, he says. Fine. Again.
Then comes this message -
Dear Jane,
Attached, organ, can help me to input to the program ma
thks
rgds
xxx
I don't mean to make fun of this but. REALLY? If one can't string a proper sentence together, how the hell does one work??
Organ? Ma? What the hell...... It's good that I have decided to leave them when I am lest I strangle someone or pull all my hair out...
And again, I ask - WHY DEAR GOD WHY???
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