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digitaldisciplineNothing: Glad your sib is improving.
Xtina: Glad you're back and had fun
S'kins: Glad things are creeping towards better.
Krys/Krew: You two still are disgustingly cute. Keep it up.
Sil: Yes, you're an angst hippie.
Axis: C'grats on your Corp Courtesean status.
M: Don't kill anyone 'til Vegas. See also, Very Bad Things.
Cav/Suki/Mairi - *friendly hugs, etc*
Okay, as some of you know, our office had a huge deadline today (a federal grant request for security upgrades to a local port) @ 1pm CST. I hit "submit" at 10:31, and promptly faxed & left voice mail for the client we'd done the project for. This would have been a cakewalk, not to mention done on Tuesday, but there were some nasty budget breakout surprises in the last stage of the submission process, which had us hear early and late the last couple of days to make the numbers line up right.
Does our hero get a "Nice Job"? An "Attaboy"? Does he even get an email he drafted to a returning client, who he's handled previously, looked over by the boss and tweaked/approved for sending?
Nope.
He gets chewed out for making a bad estimate on the hourly breakout of the hours put in by one of our consultants on a two month old invoice, which dovetails into getting berated for blowing away the Palm Calendar data (courtesy of Win98 throwing a prime wobbly and needing to be reinstalled. . . but not using a nice, normal MS Win98 disk, it has to be done using a Dell "System Restore" CD.
What those disks don't tell you, amongst the promise of a once-again functional OS, is that they're going to format your C:/ drive in the process. Nope, you just get the nice, hermetic Dell experience of watching the install bop along as it devours and lays waste to whatever you were unlucky enough to have had installed, saved, or otherwise on your default drive.
"Why wasn't Don's Palm directory backed up?"
"Because it was on his C:/ drive, which the reinstall wiped clean."
"Well, why weren't you backing it up before that? Why wasn't it installed somewhere else?"
"Because, in order to get him back up and running (this machine has been a pissy little bitch for three months), with the whole office huddling around his desk while I reinstalled Windows, I didn't back it up, since A) I didn't think Dell would be stupid enough to format the fucking drive, and B) I forgot that it was installed on C:/ and not D:/. Getting bent out of shape isn't going to recover the data. Why don't you go to lunch, and I'll stay here and make sure that I've got a backup script that will take it from the proper drive (reinstalled on D:/) and archive it where everything else is, so this won't happen again."
Oh, and he was pissy about the invoice I submitted (including the Earthlink troubleshooting and the house call I made to un-fuck his dial-up service at home, and the three hours it took to troubleshoot & nuke the aforementioned Win98 installation).
Yanno, you pay me the princely sum of $10 an hour (as of this paycheck), so don't get bitchy when I ask for a lowball tech consultant hourly rate for the hard stuff - a whopping $25 an hour (which is what it adds up to _after_ including my hourly wage).
I hate being poor, I hate being unappreciated, and I hate not having other ready options & alternatives. I don't even know when the local lottery drawings are.
Xtina: Glad you're back and had fun
S'kins: Glad things are creeping towards better.
Krys/Krew: You two still are disgustingly cute. Keep it up.
Sil: Yes, you're an angst hippie.
Axis: C'grats on your Corp Courtesean status.
M: Don't kill anyone 'til Vegas. See also, Very Bad Things.
Cav/Suki/Mairi - *friendly hugs, etc*
Okay, as some of you know, our office had a huge deadline today (a federal grant request for security upgrades to a local port) @ 1pm CST. I hit "submit" at 10:31, and promptly faxed & left voice mail for the client we'd done the project for. This would have been a cakewalk, not to mention done on Tuesday, but there were some nasty budget breakout surprises in the last stage of the submission process, which had us hear early and late the last couple of days to make the numbers line up right.
Does our hero get a "Nice Job"? An "Attaboy"? Does he even get an email he drafted to a returning client, who he's handled previously, looked over by the boss and tweaked/approved for sending?
Nope.
He gets chewed out for making a bad estimate on the hourly breakout of the hours put in by one of our consultants on a two month old invoice, which dovetails into getting berated for blowing away the Palm Calendar data (courtesy of Win98 throwing a prime wobbly and needing to be reinstalled. . . but not using a nice, normal MS Win98 disk, it has to be done using a Dell "System Restore" CD.
What those disks don't tell you, amongst the promise of a once-again functional OS, is that they're going to format your C:/ drive in the process. Nope, you just get the nice, hermetic Dell experience of watching the install bop along as it devours and lays waste to whatever you were unlucky enough to have had installed, saved, or otherwise on your default drive.
"Why wasn't Don's Palm directory backed up?"
"Because it was on his C:/ drive, which the reinstall wiped clean."
"Well, why weren't you backing it up before that? Why wasn't it installed somewhere else?"
"Because, in order to get him back up and running (this machine has been a pissy little bitch for three months), with the whole office huddling around his desk while I reinstalled Windows, I didn't back it up, since A) I didn't think Dell would be stupid enough to format the fucking drive, and B) I forgot that it was installed on C:/ and not D:/. Getting bent out of shape isn't going to recover the data. Why don't you go to lunch, and I'll stay here and make sure that I've got a backup script that will take it from the proper drive (reinstalled on D:/) and archive it where everything else is, so this won't happen again."
Oh, and he was pissy about the invoice I submitted (including the Earthlink troubleshooting and the house call I made to un-fuck his dial-up service at home, and the three hours it took to troubleshoot & nuke the aforementioned Win98 installation).
Yanno, you pay me the princely sum of $10 an hour (as of this paycheck), so don't get bitchy when I ask for a lowball tech consultant hourly rate for the hard stuff - a whopping $25 an hour (which is what it adds up to _after_ including my hourly wage).
I hate being poor, I hate being unappreciated, and I hate not having other ready options & alternatives. I don't even know when the local lottery drawings are.
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you
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a machete
and then we'll get paid what were worth!
and no more stupid people cause i'd kill them all!
i mean we
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Burn these poppets
Burn them now
Burn these poppets
Burn them now
Just to follow up
So, yeah, real comfortable office environment. bleh.
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Re: hmmmm...
everybody trundles out of the woodwork and through LJ these days. goddamn. . . (i recall you as kayeyel from Back In The Day [tm])
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Bottle of voddie on me when I make it out there.
I love and appreciate you. Fear not.