I have yet to decide upon a name to call this wonderful kid so from here onwards he shall be known as Mr X. Yes yes, I know I’m very creative, I’ll pause for the applause shortly. Now, I can understand watching someone work your evidence. I really see no fault with that nor asking questions. Hey, if you want to ask questions about it, go right ahead. What you may not do is correct me based on your more than shaky knowledge of the subject. This is where Mr X comes in.
He needs his evidence looking at and of course, I’m not going to say no just because he’s called me Barbie three times in the first two sentences. I’d love to but I’m too nice. If I wasn’t qualified to do what he’d asked I wouldn’t be allowed to do it but that doesn’t stop him asking repeatedly “are you sure you’re allowed to do that?” and “aren’t you too young?”. Hes just an over protective n00b but even so, it was irritating. Then, with sheer horror in his voice he shrieks “STOP! Thats not how they did it on CSI!”. It all made sense after that. He was one of those. A miracle ensues and he’s called away. There wasn’t a lot left to do at that time so I cleaned up and made sure he’d get a copy of the report. Now, you would have thought that since everything I do is checked and double checked they’d be little doubt about the accuracy of my findings but that doesn’t stop Mr X contesting them. Not only that but he made a complaint against me.
Listen buddy, just because the evidence doesn’t say what you want doesn’t mean its not correct. Next time you want something done, I can promise you it’ll be going straight to the bottom of the pile.
Ah, I love being smug, 100% innocent and totally right.
