Fucking FUCKERS should get FUCKED.

[tzikeh]

So - this endless bane of my existence, the Money Farm website, which should have been fun, dammit, is supposed to be finalized today. The show starts airing today, and I've put in more hours on this than any other microsite other than Princess Magogo (a saga in and of itself). And the only reason it's taken so long? Is because I've had to work with "Web Experts", mentioned in an earlier post.

You know the thing about too many cooks spoiling the broth? You know what spoils the broth even worse? Too many "Expert Chefs". Get me?

So - the global P.R. email goes out to the company today talking about how great the Money Farm project has turned out and how hard J.A. worked on the show and how hard M.N. worked on the animations and how the show is so cute and everyone should tune in! Thanks!

Me? Nowhere to be found. The whole freaking website? No mention.

Friends who see my work area are always like "You have such a great job! Look at all the toys!"

::kicks inflatable Tazmanian Devil punching bag repeatedly::

Little do they know why.

Luckily, my co-workers - my last remaining web-department guy (M.H.) and our satellite people - love the site and have heaped praise on my head.

::fires semi-automatic Nerf weaponry at my friend M.H., who is laughing at my tirade from his cube.::

Fuck 'em.