Post by Lucky Guy on May 6, 2022 3:32:10 GMT 9
Bryan Nautilus was an important man. For the sake of gathering only the best of quality for UNOVR, he was given free reign to pull in only the most talented of young and experienced coders to the project. This meant that, with the right communications, progress had leaps and bounds over other games in the same era. UNOVR really was a promising project that everyone looked forward to diving into.
It also meant that he had to deal with the best of the best, regardless of their personality.
"What the hell do you mean by my fuckup you right tosser?! Last time I checked we didn't hire ciotóg handicapped children to write the code, and I'm out here having to fix an unlisted third party installment shoved into the program myself! You're saying that fixing a problem means I deserve to get flagged for it? Hah?!"
He'd been dealing with listening to this spitfire of a at-home hire from out in Wicklow for a few minutes now. Lucky was a right tempestuous woman when she got angry, and boy was it showing right now of all times. It was incredible how a woman like her could keep such a violent voice up for so long.
Thankfully, it didn't seem that she was going to continue for long. As if she had just been blowing out steam on the poor guy, she was quickly running out of fervor and had started to just run on gas instead. She took a moment to breathe as her anxieties about the whole situation began to settle in, something that was picked up and could be heard through the phone.
It's not as if she was just yelling at a stranger, though. Bryan had Lucky under his employ for several jobs as of this time-they knew each-other pretty well at a time like this. She wasn't yelling at her boss, she was venting to her friend.
"W-What am I gonna do? What do you think I should do?" Lucky McConnel asked of Bryan Nautilus. That question came out so much weaker than her other words that it really sounded like a different person entirely. It seemed like she wasn't actually mad. She was scared about the whole situation and didn't know how to let it be known other than by butting heads.
Lucky only hoped that Bryan was as understanding of her as the day he first hired her.
It also meant that he had to deal with the best of the best, regardless of their personality.
"What the hell do you mean by my fuckup you right tosser?! Last time I checked we didn't hire ciotóg handicapped children to write the code, and I'm out here having to fix an unlisted third party installment shoved into the program myself! You're saying that fixing a problem means I deserve to get flagged for it? Hah?!"
He'd been dealing with listening to this spitfire of a at-home hire from out in Wicklow for a few minutes now. Lucky was a right tempestuous woman when she got angry, and boy was it showing right now of all times. It was incredible how a woman like her could keep such a violent voice up for so long.
Thankfully, it didn't seem that she was going to continue for long. As if she had just been blowing out steam on the poor guy, she was quickly running out of fervor and had started to just run on gas instead. She took a moment to breathe as her anxieties about the whole situation began to settle in, something that was picked up and could be heard through the phone.
It's not as if she was just yelling at a stranger, though. Bryan had Lucky under his employ for several jobs as of this time-they knew each-other pretty well at a time like this. She wasn't yelling at her boss, she was venting to her friend.
"W-What am I gonna do? What do you think I should do?" Lucky McConnel asked of Bryan Nautilus. That question came out so much weaker than her other words that it really sounded like a different person entirely. It seemed like she wasn't actually mad. She was scared about the whole situation and didn't know how to let it be known other than by butting heads.
Lucky only hoped that Bryan was as understanding of her as the day he first hired her.