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Ass Redux

I let myself be lulled into a false sense of security.

Over the past week, I have been taking lunches and smoke breaks with Ass, and thinking to myself, "He's not really such a bad guy. Why did I dislike him so?"

"Oh yeah," I say today.

It is because when he communicates his thoughts as to why certain aspects of a website should be a certain way, he has a tendency to do so in the most condescending way possible. And he is condescending in a completely unaware fashion, too -- he apparently does not even realize that I do not need lectures in user accessibility. I have researched and written 20-page documents on accessibility issues. Nor do I have to be told that the site needs to be designed in a graphically consistent fashion -- I was the one who redesigned it specifically to be consistent.

He would not know decent web design if it bit him in the face, and I no longer feel the slightest guilty twinge for calling him Ass.

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