You used to be cool, man…
Wow, a long time between drinks… but there is a reason for all this…
1) a new job- I’ve been quietly seething at the insanity of the workplace I was at- CinnnKitty may have worked for a Morally Corrupt Mortgage Broker, but I worked for a serious psychopath- and like most psychopaths you find in industry he was initially witty and charming, but after a while, the true scale of his insanity was revealed…I could rant for hours on the curiously and profoundly illegal activities that went on in there, and the promises, and disappointments, but it’s seriously not worth it.
I just get.. angry and they’re going down anyway- you can’t just.. not pay taxes or super (401k to you ‘Merkin types) and get away with it… nor can you use pirated software as company policy and expect pissed off ex-employees tokeep quiet about it…
I’m now an IT manager for an environmental monitoring company, which is entertaining in it’s own right- no office psychopaths, but an evil legacy from an ex-employee- Microsoft Dynamics.
If you ever get asked to manage this particular piece of hell, run, run away. Screaming is encouraged.
It’s a horrid, clunky thing that takes 3 Windows 2003 or higher servers to run (database server, Terminal Server, and Internet portal service), costs in excess of $100,000 plus $10,000 pa to get a support plan (which you need, we use it every day), and, only 7 people can have a go on it at any given point in time.
This week, the internet portal died in the ass and I ended up having to rebuild the entire machine, operating system, IIS, SharePoint web extensions, custom web application installation, all coached by this guy in India and then it still didn’t work, but then it magically did and I lost 3 days of my life I’ll never get back.
But, now it’s working there’s going to be Ghost images made, so that I’ll never have to deal with this ever again… just a restore…
I also had to write my first.NET/ ASPX page yesterday, and I feel dirty on the inside…
2) I’m a full time parent, to a child that is essentially, me. No kidding- there’s a photo of him in the hallway, a snapshot of me at that age tucked beside it, and it’s the same kid.
His mum is in the military, and got deployed, so he’s here now for the indefinite future. But, his mum made some curious choices in raising him- she read lots of child raising manuals and practiced what she read- she negotiated everything, explained her choices, and let him ‘be himself’
He’s a pretty bright kid so this translated into pretty much finding out the right words to say to get what he wanted, and saying them a lot.
And one of the things he wanted to do was be vegetarian. He asked ‘where does meat come from’, and his mum showed him on the Internet. The next day he vowed not to touch any animal products again. This is fine when you’re a parent that doesn’t have to work (she has been inactive for the past few years, and got a phenomenal inheritance so didn’t need to work unless she wanted to) but, not when you’re a full time worker with a house with a kitchen that looks like one of those photos of a house in Israel after a rocket attack, complete with blood stains after the inlaws gave me half a cow for the dog. Didn’t bother to skin it or anything first but…
So, vegetarianism is out, except…
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