Pressure Cooker Theater
Expectations continue to rise at work, and this blog is the only thing that keeps me from jumping off a building. Or at least, allows me to be overly dramatic in an attempt to purge the immense angst within me.
Yesterday the Boss and I went to that place that's kin to the Playpen, with the mafia guy and his horse-bitch daughter. I also discovered his son worked there too, as I was there last week trying to clean (literally) 1700+ viruses off his laptop. He was supposed to have dropped it off at our office, never did. Because for some reason it was critical for him that day to hang onto a laptop that was completely not functional.
So we went there and IMMEDIATELY when we walked in these two hags say "You guys ARE LATE!!!!!!!!!!" It was about 4:30... the Boss told them we'd be there in the afternoon. These whores expected us there at 2:00. This is the second time they have made a comment in my presence about being late. The first time I told them I am ALWAYS on time, and they confirmed the email I'd sent merely said I would be there "after lunch".
One of these women I have written about before. She is like Miss Managed in 30 years. A real witch. Black teeth literally rotting out of her mouth. Straw-like hair that looks like it's cleaned with dirt. And she ALWAYS has to be involved in everything and QUESTION everything. Even if she doesn't know how to turn a computer on, she expects full details on everything... like what memory is and WHY a computer would NEED more. She is one of the all-time ultimate cunts I have ever met in my life.
There she and this other woman are, whining we are late. The Boss is just laughing about it. I am truly pissed and comment to them that if they want us to just shut the servers down in the middle of the day while they are working, by all means I can arrange it. We go about our business, setting up a new router and KVM switch for the servers. The Boss gets pulled away to check out some old equipment they need to know if they should toss.
Eventually he comes back and suddenly I have a stack of four laptops I am expected to repair/reload including the one with the 1700 viruses. And to top it off the Boss has basically committed me to having two of them done by Friday... the 1700 virus one and that douchebag's father, the mafia dick, who also has a virus infested laptop. I don't understand how STUPID people can be to get their machines so infected with shit and not even have a concept of the damage they are doing... or that they shouldn't be clicking on shit to begin with. HAVE SOME FUCKING COMMON SENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, but the Boss tells me "Well, I told them we would 'try' to get them done by Friday and said it might not be realistic, but..." and you can assume the rest "BUT" it's inferred that I need to drop everything else and get this bullshit fixed. Goddamned fucking idiots! People play stupid and ONCE again I am the one expected to fix everything. I am going to bill these mother fuckers out the ass. They'll be looking at 15 to 20 hours easily for my time on all this. And if it's ever questioned I will come up with a detailed list of what was done and how long it took. Even if it takes five minutes and I've got nothing to do the next three days, I will make that shit up. Just like Managed does.
So I've got the stress of this laptop bullshit on me. I even came back to the office last night after finishing at the client to get the ghost images started on the machines because I knew that'd be two hours of wasted time right there. Because the machines are so fucked we needed to make sure we had backups of all the files.
Oh CLASSIC side note, the son douchebag stores all his documents on the ROOT of the C:\ drive. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO FUCKING STUPID!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????
Ok, so again, I am stressed out big time by this laptop bullshit. And sure as shit this morning the woman's clinic client has a fucking server meltdown. They have this Three Stooges setup in their server room. It gets to be like 90 degrees in there so they have two portable air conditioner units. About a month ago one of the ridiculously fashioned exhaust hoses fell off (because the duct tape melted) and the room was getting recycled hot air pumped into it. That was a whole fiasco we are still working on figuring out, but I managed to make a temporary solution using tie straps and a bent coat hanger... classic fucking shit.
Anyway, someone was fucking in there yesterday and knocked the drainage hoses off the units. Hoses I did not even know were there. And one of the two units filled up with water and turned off. So this morning it was 100 degrees in there and the main file server shut off because of the heat. I had to race over there before they opened for business and play goddamned air conditioner repairman again trying to figure the bullshit out. Having to look up on the internet how the fucking unit even worked to know how to drain the water out. FUCKING BULLSHIT
And then one of the docs there even told me they were fucking in the room yesterday. So they caused the problem and then like all the typical women I know, played completely helpless when the shit hit the fan. "I don't know how these things work"
NEITHER THE FUCK DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yet AS ALWAYS I am expected to go in there and save the fucking day. TOTAL bullshit. I'm a Network Engineer NOT A FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER REPAIRMAN GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had told the Boss a month ago I needed the end of June to be a little less chaotic cause I had a bunch of personal stuff going on. It seems almost that he and the clients are conspiring to completely fuck me with about twenty raw dicks for even thinking I could have an easy week. And Miss Managed of course is doing nothing and acting like she's buried. Maybe I can pretend a relative died and then take a few days off just like she did.
And I just know when this new guy starts, nothing will get better. I'll probably get fucked even more doing his job too.
Yesterday the Boss and I went to that place that's kin to the Playpen, with the mafia guy and his horse-bitch daughter. I also discovered his son worked there too, as I was there last week trying to clean (literally) 1700+ viruses off his laptop. He was supposed to have dropped it off at our office, never did. Because for some reason it was critical for him that day to hang onto a laptop that was completely not functional.
So we went there and IMMEDIATELY when we walked in these two hags say "You guys ARE LATE!!!!!!!!!!" It was about 4:30... the Boss told them we'd be there in the afternoon. These whores expected us there at 2:00. This is the second time they have made a comment in my presence about being late. The first time I told them I am ALWAYS on time, and they confirmed the email I'd sent merely said I would be there "after lunch".
One of these women I have written about before. She is like Miss Managed in 30 years. A real witch. Black teeth literally rotting out of her mouth. Straw-like hair that looks like it's cleaned with dirt. And she ALWAYS has to be involved in everything and QUESTION everything. Even if she doesn't know how to turn a computer on, she expects full details on everything... like what memory is and WHY a computer would NEED more. She is one of the all-time ultimate cunts I have ever met in my life.
There she and this other woman are, whining we are late. The Boss is just laughing about it. I am truly pissed and comment to them that if they want us to just shut the servers down in the middle of the day while they are working, by all means I can arrange it. We go about our business, setting up a new router and KVM switch for the servers. The Boss gets pulled away to check out some old equipment they need to know if they should toss.
Eventually he comes back and suddenly I have a stack of four laptops I am expected to repair/reload including the one with the 1700 viruses. And to top it off the Boss has basically committed me to having two of them done by Friday... the 1700 virus one and that douchebag's father, the mafia dick, who also has a virus infested laptop. I don't understand how STUPID people can be to get their machines so infected with shit and not even have a concept of the damage they are doing... or that they shouldn't be clicking on shit to begin with. HAVE SOME FUCKING COMMON SENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, but the Boss tells me "Well, I told them we would 'try' to get them done by Friday and said it might not be realistic, but..." and you can assume the rest "BUT" it's inferred that I need to drop everything else and get this bullshit fixed. Goddamned fucking idiots! People play stupid and ONCE again I am the one expected to fix everything. I am going to bill these mother fuckers out the ass. They'll be looking at 15 to 20 hours easily for my time on all this. And if it's ever questioned I will come up with a detailed list of what was done and how long it took. Even if it takes five minutes and I've got nothing to do the next three days, I will make that shit up. Just like Managed does.
So I've got the stress of this laptop bullshit on me. I even came back to the office last night after finishing at the client to get the ghost images started on the machines because I knew that'd be two hours of wasted time right there. Because the machines are so fucked we needed to make sure we had backups of all the files.
Oh CLASSIC side note, the son douchebag stores all his documents on the ROOT of the C:\ drive. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO FUCKING STUPID!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????
Ok, so again, I am stressed out big time by this laptop bullshit. And sure as shit this morning the woman's clinic client has a fucking server meltdown. They have this Three Stooges setup in their server room. It gets to be like 90 degrees in there so they have two portable air conditioner units. About a month ago one of the ridiculously fashioned exhaust hoses fell off (because the duct tape melted) and the room was getting recycled hot air pumped into it. That was a whole fiasco we are still working on figuring out, but I managed to make a temporary solution using tie straps and a bent coat hanger... classic fucking shit.
Anyway, someone was fucking in there yesterday and knocked the drainage hoses off the units. Hoses I did not even know were there. And one of the two units filled up with water and turned off. So this morning it was 100 degrees in there and the main file server shut off because of the heat. I had to race over there before they opened for business and play goddamned air conditioner repairman again trying to figure the bullshit out. Having to look up on the internet how the fucking unit even worked to know how to drain the water out. FUCKING BULLSHIT
And then one of the docs there even told me they were fucking in the room yesterday. So they caused the problem and then like all the typical women I know, played completely helpless when the shit hit the fan. "I don't know how these things work"
NEITHER THE FUCK DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yet AS ALWAYS I am expected to go in there and save the fucking day. TOTAL bullshit. I'm a Network Engineer NOT A FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER REPAIRMAN GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had told the Boss a month ago I needed the end of June to be a little less chaotic cause I had a bunch of personal stuff going on. It seems almost that he and the clients are conspiring to completely fuck me with about twenty raw dicks for even thinking I could have an easy week. And Miss Managed of course is doing nothing and acting like she's buried. Maybe I can pretend a relative died and then take a few days off just like she did.
And I just know when this new guy starts, nothing will get better. I'll probably get fucked even more doing his job too.