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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineOkay, here's why I've been so fucking absent.
1) K's bro came into town Wednesday, left at oh-dark-thirty Sunday. Thus, I would feel (or be made to feel) prodigious guilt doing anything more than performing a cursory email check in the evening when I got home from work.
2) Work has been insane - big project due out 2/27, with a presentation tomorrow. As previously documented, boss is a fucking disorganized procrastinator with an ill-fitting hat that turns him into Chicken Fucking Little - he hears only what he wants to hear, even when it's good news, because he gets in these obsessive ruts where everything is falling apart.
"Which version of the document did you paste into the form?"
"I don't know!"
"All the latest versions have yesterday's date in the document title, all the old ones, I marked with an X to show that they shouldn't be used."
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
[what, it isn't FUCKING OBVIOUS ENOUGH that they're dated four days earlier and have half-assed names, as opposed to the ones with the newer date and the logical naming scheme?!] (and, yes, he'd fucked it up, and I had to fix it after nearly throwing him out of his chair)
So, anyway, big presentation tomorrow (I've spent the last two days making PowerPoint my starry-eyed bitch).
Boss, looking at printout: "Why isn't this text highlighted?"
Me, looking at stack of work still to be done: "Because that's a black and white printout of red, yellow, and green text on a blue background. . . [alt-tab to PPT]. . See?"
Boss: "Ohhhh. . . hey, that looks pretty good! Should we print it out like that?"
Me: "Ummm, no. We're showing it to the client on a projector, remember?"
Everyone -but- me has mentioned to the boss that I should get a raise. I'm just sticking hours onto my invoice to the company (for outside computer work and webmastering shite), which will hopefully pay for the debauchery at Wedvergence.
On a brighter note, Earthlink & I finally figured out WTF was wrong with the connection (can you say, "arcane and obscure?"), and after breaking it at close of business yesterday, a call to their support guys finally got it un-fucked and working -PROPERLY-. A happy-gram was sent to the techs' manager, since those two guys earned it, and having been a support monkey, I dish out attaboy's when I deal with folks who don't suck and are clueful.
Contravening that was K's work possibly fucking her out of any possibility of attending C9 (both in terms of raw vacation time, this immature 40 year old crotch trying to dig in her heels and not be a team player when it comes to sharing weekend time off, and the fact that April is when the fucking birds are supposed to lay their eggs - which, because they're understaffed, means that they lose one person full time to watch the birds spawn. Dammit. So we're collectively bumming about that.
Oh, and the car thing. . . took it in 8am Monday, was supposed to get it back today. As those of you who are familiar with the vernacular have no doubt already noticed, that phrase was crafted to indicate that MY FUCKING CAR WASN'T DONE ON TIME, AGAIN. This time around, it was apparently waiting for parts that they determined it needed during Monday's diagnostic work. I'm OK with that, but it would have been nice if they had called me, instead of the other way around. . . wouldn't that have been a fun little scene, me walking in this evening only to be told that it wasn't ready for the second time in as many weeks.
Last week, they had lost half of one of the locking mechanisms. . . unfortunately, on the driver's door, so if I wanted to lock or unlock my car, I needed to do the secret handshake on the passenger door lock.
It's enough to make me want to trade Froederick in now that he's paid off, but I don't want another car payment already, and the car I =do= want, a Jetta or a GTI, would come from the same asshole dealership.
Anyone have recommendations for something with a stick shift, six or more cylinders (a turbo four a'la the Subaru WRX is interesting, but the insurance jackals may prove to be a nuisance), 2001 or newer, under sixteen grand?
*sigh*
At least I have Labatts. No, it's not low-carb (oh yeah, I've not worked out in a week and a half, due to schedule disruption), but I don't give a fuck.
1) K's bro came into town Wednesday, left at oh-dark-thirty Sunday. Thus, I would feel (or be made to feel) prodigious guilt doing anything more than performing a cursory email check in the evening when I got home from work.
2) Work has been insane - big project due out 2/27, with a presentation tomorrow. As previously documented, boss is a fucking disorganized procrastinator with an ill-fitting hat that turns him into Chicken Fucking Little - he hears only what he wants to hear, even when it's good news, because he gets in these obsessive ruts where everything is falling apart.
"Which version of the document did you paste into the form?"
"I don't know!"
"All the latest versions have yesterday's date in the document title, all the old ones, I marked with an X to show that they shouldn't be used."
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
[what, it isn't FUCKING OBVIOUS ENOUGH that they're dated four days earlier and have half-assed names, as opposed to the ones with the newer date and the logical naming scheme?!] (and, yes, he'd fucked it up, and I had to fix it after nearly throwing him out of his chair)
So, anyway, big presentation tomorrow (I've spent the last two days making PowerPoint my starry-eyed bitch).
Boss, looking at printout: "Why isn't this text highlighted?"
Me, looking at stack of work still to be done: "Because that's a black and white printout of red, yellow, and green text on a blue background. . . [alt-tab to PPT]. . See?"
Boss: "Ohhhh. . . hey, that looks pretty good! Should we print it out like that?"
Me: "Ummm, no. We're showing it to the client on a projector, remember?"
Everyone -but- me has mentioned to the boss that I should get a raise. I'm just sticking hours onto my invoice to the company (for outside computer work and webmastering shite), which will hopefully pay for the debauchery at Wedvergence.
On a brighter note, Earthlink & I finally figured out WTF was wrong with the connection (can you say, "arcane and obscure?"), and after breaking it at close of business yesterday, a call to their support guys finally got it un-fucked and working -PROPERLY-. A happy-gram was sent to the techs' manager, since those two guys earned it, and having been a support monkey, I dish out attaboy's when I deal with folks who don't suck and are clueful.
Contravening that was K's work possibly fucking her out of any possibility of attending C9 (both in terms of raw vacation time, this immature 40 year old crotch trying to dig in her heels and not be a team player when it comes to sharing weekend time off, and the fact that April is when the fucking birds are supposed to lay their eggs - which, because they're understaffed, means that they lose one person full time to watch the birds spawn. Dammit. So we're collectively bumming about that.
Oh, and the car thing. . . took it in 8am Monday, was supposed to get it back today. As those of you who are familiar with the vernacular have no doubt already noticed, that phrase was crafted to indicate that MY FUCKING CAR WASN'T DONE ON TIME, AGAIN. This time around, it was apparently waiting for parts that they determined it needed during Monday's diagnostic work. I'm OK with that, but it would have been nice if they had called me, instead of the other way around. . . wouldn't that have been a fun little scene, me walking in this evening only to be told that it wasn't ready for the second time in as many weeks.
Last week, they had lost half of one of the locking mechanisms. . . unfortunately, on the driver's door, so if I wanted to lock or unlock my car, I needed to do the secret handshake on the passenger door lock.
It's enough to make me want to trade Froederick in now that he's paid off, but I don't want another car payment already, and the car I =do= want, a Jetta or a GTI, would come from the same asshole dealership.
Anyone have recommendations for something with a stick shift, six or more cylinders (a turbo four a'la the Subaru WRX is interesting, but the insurance jackals may prove to be a nuisance), 2001 or newer, under sixteen grand?
*sigh*
At least I have Labatts. No, it's not low-carb (oh yeah, I've not worked out in a week and a half, due to schedule disruption), but I don't give a fuck.
