"Okay, what we want you to do, is work faster than you've ever worked before, you can't start until a week later than expected, and we're going to chop one of your arms off and tie your legs together. Now, do you think you'll have it done on time? Cos you know we're fucked if you don't."
I know, I know, whining about it doesn't help, but whining is a neat alterntive to sitting catatonic at my desk trembling, and hoping there was a realistic possibility of holding the girl at some point in the future.
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