For the love of god, you are going to give me an aneurysm before I turn 40. Can you please just actually listen to what I say, or read my e-mails. I spend so much fucking time re-explaining myself that it takes me 3x the amount of work to get anything done. I don't write or talk to hear myself talk. I want to trust that when I ask you a question, or tell you something or we have a meeting and decide on something that YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME OR SOMEONE ELSE. And not just when it suits your agenda. Every day is an exercise in frustration and I'm rapidly losing my patience.
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