Loong weeks and great weekends
So, for the past few weeks, between work, studying for a cetification test (that, low and behold, is getting revised before i can take it, so all the previous studying is obsolete), watching children that i didn't know where going to be in the house, and trying to squeez what fun i can out of my life, I haven't been updating as i should.
Well, week before last, work was pretty much status quo. I can't get done what i want to cause the people above me have thier own idea of what needs to be done "right now." But, that's why i get paid the big bucks. People have this wild misconception of the IT work is, really. It amazes me how people get all condecending when i'm tired after work or need to get to bed so i can sleep. Despite the sterotype, i've never played a round or two of any game, really. My office and my users are on oposite ends of UMC, and i support anout 70-80 of the neediest users on the camous. Plus, from what i can tell, I'm the administrations/executive office IT bitch boy for the time being. It takes alot out of you to look at someone who gets paid three times what you do who can't figure out what "invalid password" or "printer offline" means and not kill them right then and there for wasting airspace and budgets. AND my CIO is a complete morron... Not in that "where's the any key" way, no. He's incharge of the ENTIRE dept. and he has a desk full, i mean stacked to the point of bending, of papers and folders of stuff that i'm sure we have, or could be put, on the network... He couldn't figure out how to log onto a laptop disconnected from the network... Oh, and the IT staff is always wrong, working too slow, and sub par. The users know more than we do, if you ask him. Anyone in the Dept besides him could do his job better. But we'll get back to him later.
My brother in law has a family reunion here in town. Now, he said "i'm going to have a couple of people staying in the house." I'm thinking full grown adults. People who cna flush toilets and keep it down when peple are trying to sleep and control the urge to throw rocks and my car... BOY, was i mistaken... I come home to find a house full of children. 5 to be exact. And three of them were rasied by spider monkeys on crack. The two olders ones, they just had a hard time staying out of my twizzlers, which is fine, i can buy more. But the younger ones... It was enough to make me not want kids...ever. I'm actually contemplating a vasectomy after this. on three sperate occasions, i found rocks all around my car, yet no one knows how they got there. And the optimal time to start screming "MINE! MINE! MINE!" is about 1AM. And the amount of TP these children used... OMG. How does some half my size need three times the TP?!?!? Luckily, i only had to watch them twice in the week and a half they were here. But it was incentive to find something, ANYTHING, to do that meant not comming home till i HAVE to.
Went to a goth party thing last weekend. It was fun... then not fun... then fun.... then not fun... repeat ad nauseum. Oddly enough, the fun was hanging with Sophia and Jenabea, while the not fun was sweating like a polar bear in the tropic. It rained, but not enough, so it was humid. And the amount of people on the smoke deck was borderline unsanitary... Brian needs to start smoking or expand his backyard or maybe do this when the ambient air tempurature is BELOW the low 90's. Got to see some people I haven't seen in a good while. Also got to see some people who i find annoying at best. All in all, it wasn;t an awful time. Just not an awfuly good time.
Then there was this week. I'm ready to stangle someone... We got hit with a virus on monday. We didn't know what it was till Tuesday night. And by the time we had the first in a series of about 100 action plans, EVERY machine was infected. That's of 2500 machines at the main hospital. We would go forward 1 foot, buck up about 11.5 inches. It was, fo all intents and purposes a three day, 24 hr a day, clusterfuck. I worked some ungodly hours this week. And we didn't get anything actually accomplished till thursday night, friday morning. And even then, we still gotta go around and touch, or retouch every machine to clean it. But hey, at least this check will be a good sized one. Oh yeah. My CIO (I think is stands for Chimp In the Office, but i could be mistaken) couldn't get the laptop he somehow came in possesion of to a) log in, b) dial out, and c) stop showing him just how little he knows about his job. And it's my job to fix him, i mean this. First off... it's common IT knowledge that if the machine isn't on the network, a network log in is not going to work. That's just somethnig that most of the users know. Even the ones that haven't even TOUCHED a laptop. But, here is our fearless leader, just bound and determined to log in to the network without being connected to it. Once we have determined that he is, in fact logged in, we then have to show him how to dial out to the internet. SHOW HIM HOW. WALK HIM THROUGH FUCKING SCREENS THAT HAVE FUCKING DIRECTIONS ON THEM. I could understand showing how to set up a dial out. but no, this is just showing him how to get it on the internet. Why he "needs" to have internet connection is beyond me. God forbid the CIO can't get to the internet. We are fighting a system wide virus, and i have to stop to show laughing boy how to get to the net. And then... AND THEN.... he say "thank you. Now get back to your work" He say that to me. Like i'm a burden on his day and obviously slacking. I'm still fuming over that. I'm sooooo ready to put is weasley little face through every glass pane i can find between his office and the pavement... You don't say that to people. Especialy to people who don't offer to help your incompitent, lathargic, dim witted, idiotic ass but are ordered to. I should rally a few troops and give him the severe ass whooping he seemes to have missed in his formative years. OK.... breathe.... fin my center... yup, he still needs an ass whooping :-P.
After narrowly avoiding working this weekend, i went to a friends going away party. I hate seeing friends leave, but i love seeing them happy and doing things with thier time here. I fully support this move. hell maybe i'll even go to pheonix... maybe. Bu the party was rock em', sock em' fun. Got to make fun of and frighten preps. That's the only real reason to hang out with some people. They bring preps to scare out fo thier abercrombie and fitch. And then watching them put on rap and then act like they don't know all the words is fun. For a few, it was painfully obvious they didn't expect and actual negro to be there while the "get down with thier uban side." Sometimes, people who are race hyper-sensitive are funny. Then, i called one of them on it, and that was the best. nothing quite like watching someone squirm at being asked "why don't you sing all the words? You seem to know them." I know, i'm a mean evil dickhead sometimes, but hey, if you're gonna listen to it, and learn the words, and sing along to it, fuckin be proud of it. Sing ALL the words. Every last one of them motherfuckers. Fuckin don't pussy out at the "n" word. I'm sorry, you can't convice me that some learned every word to every rap song that got radio play in the last 3 years and somehow, got confused on the nigga part. I'm a bit slow at times, but c'mon now. I actually get offended when some can't go all the way with something. Hanging out with some of the asian-american rice rocket crowd, i'm used to hear nigga from someone other than a black person. To mean, it's not that much different than going "whats up, slut" or "hey, hows it goin ya fuck." Yes, if i call someone i don't know "slut" or "cocksucker" it's an invitation to get my ass kicked. But, if its someone i know, who fucking cares. I don't. i'm tired of getting tiptoed around becuase i'm black. Yes, i'm darker than you, but i am NOT about to explode and kill every non-black person i can find. And, hell, I can't do that, cause if i'm gonna go on a killing spree, i'm not gonna stop and spare a moron cause of thier skin color. When... i mean IF, i start killing people, all the idiots go first. Then we can start being selective.
Well, that pretty much sums up the last couple of weeks. I'm sure there's more that happend. Like the skating misadventure. But i will have more on that later. We are going skating again tomrorow night. Questions, Comments, Concerns? Dial 1-800-WHO-CARES!!!!
Well, week before last, work was pretty much status quo. I can't get done what i want to cause the people above me have thier own idea of what needs to be done "right now." But, that's why i get paid the big bucks. People have this wild misconception of the IT work is, really. It amazes me how people get all condecending when i'm tired after work or need to get to bed so i can sleep. Despite the sterotype, i've never played a round or two of any game, really. My office and my users are on oposite ends of UMC, and i support anout 70-80 of the neediest users on the camous. Plus, from what i can tell, I'm the administrations/executive office IT bitch boy for the time being. It takes alot out of you to look at someone who gets paid three times what you do who can't figure out what "invalid password" or "printer offline" means and not kill them right then and there for wasting airspace and budgets. AND my CIO is a complete morron... Not in that "where's the any key" way, no. He's incharge of the ENTIRE dept. and he has a desk full, i mean stacked to the point of bending, of papers and folders of stuff that i'm sure we have, or could be put, on the network... He couldn't figure out how to log onto a laptop disconnected from the network... Oh, and the IT staff is always wrong, working too slow, and sub par. The users know more than we do, if you ask him. Anyone in the Dept besides him could do his job better. But we'll get back to him later.
My brother in law has a family reunion here in town. Now, he said "i'm going to have a couple of people staying in the house." I'm thinking full grown adults. People who cna flush toilets and keep it down when peple are trying to sleep and control the urge to throw rocks and my car... BOY, was i mistaken... I come home to find a house full of children. 5 to be exact. And three of them were rasied by spider monkeys on crack. The two olders ones, they just had a hard time staying out of my twizzlers, which is fine, i can buy more. But the younger ones... It was enough to make me not want kids...ever. I'm actually contemplating a vasectomy after this. on three sperate occasions, i found rocks all around my car, yet no one knows how they got there. And the optimal time to start screming "MINE! MINE! MINE!" is about 1AM. And the amount of TP these children used... OMG. How does some half my size need three times the TP?!?!? Luckily, i only had to watch them twice in the week and a half they were here. But it was incentive to find something, ANYTHING, to do that meant not comming home till i HAVE to.
Went to a goth party thing last weekend. It was fun... then not fun... then fun.... then not fun... repeat ad nauseum. Oddly enough, the fun was hanging with Sophia and Jenabea, while the not fun was sweating like a polar bear in the tropic. It rained, but not enough, so it was humid. And the amount of people on the smoke deck was borderline unsanitary... Brian needs to start smoking or expand his backyard or maybe do this when the ambient air tempurature is BELOW the low 90's. Got to see some people I haven't seen in a good while. Also got to see some people who i find annoying at best. All in all, it wasn;t an awful time. Just not an awfuly good time.
Then there was this week. I'm ready to stangle someone... We got hit with a virus on monday. We didn't know what it was till Tuesday night. And by the time we had the first in a series of about 100 action plans, EVERY machine was infected. That's of 2500 machines at the main hospital. We would go forward 1 foot, buck up about 11.5 inches. It was, fo all intents and purposes a three day, 24 hr a day, clusterfuck. I worked some ungodly hours this week. And we didn't get anything actually accomplished till thursday night, friday morning. And even then, we still gotta go around and touch, or retouch every machine to clean it. But hey, at least this check will be a good sized one. Oh yeah. My CIO (I think is stands for Chimp In the Office, but i could be mistaken) couldn't get the laptop he somehow came in possesion of to a) log in, b) dial out, and c) stop showing him just how little he knows about his job. And it's my job to fix him, i mean this. First off... it's common IT knowledge that if the machine isn't on the network, a network log in is not going to work. That's just somethnig that most of the users know. Even the ones that haven't even TOUCHED a laptop. But, here is our fearless leader, just bound and determined to log in to the network without being connected to it. Once we have determined that he is, in fact logged in, we then have to show him how to dial out to the internet. SHOW HIM HOW. WALK HIM THROUGH FUCKING SCREENS THAT HAVE FUCKING DIRECTIONS ON THEM. I could understand showing how to set up a dial out. but no, this is just showing him how to get it on the internet. Why he "needs" to have internet connection is beyond me. God forbid the CIO can't get to the internet. We are fighting a system wide virus, and i have to stop to show laughing boy how to get to the net. And then... AND THEN.... he say "thank you. Now get back to your work" He say that to me. Like i'm a burden on his day and obviously slacking. I'm still fuming over that. I'm sooooo ready to put is weasley little face through every glass pane i can find between his office and the pavement... You don't say that to people. Especialy to people who don't offer to help your incompitent, lathargic, dim witted, idiotic ass but are ordered to. I should rally a few troops and give him the severe ass whooping he seemes to have missed in his formative years. OK.... breathe.... fin my center... yup, he still needs an ass whooping :-P.
After narrowly avoiding working this weekend, i went to a friends going away party. I hate seeing friends leave, but i love seeing them happy and doing things with thier time here. I fully support this move. hell maybe i'll even go to pheonix... maybe. Bu the party was rock em', sock em' fun. Got to make fun of and frighten preps. That's the only real reason to hang out with some people. They bring preps to scare out fo thier abercrombie and fitch. And then watching them put on rap and then act like they don't know all the words is fun. For a few, it was painfully obvious they didn't expect and actual negro to be there while the "get down with thier uban side." Sometimes, people who are race hyper-sensitive are funny. Then, i called one of them on it, and that was the best. nothing quite like watching someone squirm at being asked "why don't you sing all the words? You seem to know them." I know, i'm a mean evil dickhead sometimes, but hey, if you're gonna listen to it, and learn the words, and sing along to it, fuckin be proud of it. Sing ALL the words. Every last one of them motherfuckers. Fuckin don't pussy out at the "n" word. I'm sorry, you can't convice me that some learned every word to every rap song that got radio play in the last 3 years and somehow, got confused on the nigga part. I'm a bit slow at times, but c'mon now. I actually get offended when some can't go all the way with something. Hanging out with some of the asian-american rice rocket crowd, i'm used to hear nigga from someone other than a black person. To mean, it's not that much different than going "whats up, slut" or "hey, hows it goin ya fuck." Yes, if i call someone i don't know "slut" or "cocksucker" it's an invitation to get my ass kicked. But, if its someone i know, who fucking cares. I don't. i'm tired of getting tiptoed around becuase i'm black. Yes, i'm darker than you, but i am NOT about to explode and kill every non-black person i can find. And, hell, I can't do that, cause if i'm gonna go on a killing spree, i'm not gonna stop and spare a moron cause of thier skin color. When... i mean IF, i start killing people, all the idiots go first. Then we can start being selective.
Well, that pretty much sums up the last couple of weeks. I'm sure there's more that happend. Like the skating misadventure. But i will have more on that later. We are going skating again tomrorow night. Questions, Comments, Concerns? Dial 1-800-WHO-CARES!!!!
posted by Rook at 8/24/2003 01:09:00 PM
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