Everyday Is The Worst Day
I had to drop everything and race to a client yesterday afternoon. It was the client associated with the Playpen. Run by a mafia dirtbag. All his kids are employees of the company. His daughter is the horse bitch who is the "manager", if that word has ever been used that loosely before.
This machine I had cleaned a virus infection off of two or three weeks ago was infected again. The guy whose machine it is is actually very nice. Older guy, retiring next week. He always admits when he did something wrong and the first time he admitted clicking on a fake Facebook email. This time he was gone last week and one of the women in the office had been using his computer and she got it infected.
I run through the usual steps and clean off the infections, but after that the machine is still hosed. IE won't open and gives me all kinds of errors when I click on the icon to start it. Symantec Antivirus also will not load. I click on it and the hourglass spins and then nothing happens. These things happen even in Safe Mode. I was determined to get out of there by 3:30 and there wasn't much more I could do for that machine at that point. I would need to go back to the office, find an image we have of a similar machine from there and load that.
The guy, even though he was nice, felt the need to walk around the office asking if anyone else had computer issues. So suddenly a fucking line was forming for my help. The other main issue was this haggard old witch of a woman that had 70 viruses on her machine. I didn't start on hers till after 3:00 so I raced through the scans and cleaned everything off, only to have the thing keep finding another instance of the virus. I said fuck it and told her to let me know if she continued to have issues.
It was 3:22 and I went into the horse bitch manager's office to tell her what was happening and that I would have to be back at the office this morning to drop an image on the guy's machine that was hosed. This cunt says to me, "Oh, the machine you 'fixed' two weeks ago?"
I was just totally shocked that she would say something like that to me. I smiled and told her that the machine was working and that someone else in the office had been using it and got it infected again while the guy was gone. She gave me a smug "oh" which really said she still didn't believe me, and would sooner believe that *I* was putting the viruses on there. I left there seething in a rage and have been ever since. Nothing would make me happier than to find out this morning that this rich bitch cunt was raped and murdered last night and thrown into a dumpster and set on fire. And then subsequently, everyone in her family caught a horribly painful type of cancer and died. And even THAT would not be enough to satisfy my anger over her so coyly insulting me and treating me like less than a dog.
I get home and head off to my 5:30 haircut appointment. I get there at 5:20 and see my woman cleaning up her station and then going into the back room. The guy at the front asks me if I am there to see anyone, I say yes and tell him who and he puts me in the system. I sit there... wait .... wait .... wait..... At 5:42 some other guy walks in and says he as an appointment but I don't hear for who. At 5:45 this bitch comes out of the back and asks who I am waiting for and when I tell her *HER* she acts all confused and then pulls the front desk guy over and starts talking some bullshit about two different books, and me not being in the book and asking who I talked to and when I called to make the appointment.
All a bunch of bullshit. Then, she tells me "Well honey, I'll 'try' to squeeze you in in between my next two appointments" and she proceeds to take THE OTHER GUY and go cut his hair. I smiled, like I did earlier when I was insulted, and said nothing and let myself get walked on all over again. I couldn't fucking believe it. Her solution to the issue was to tell me she "MAY" be able to squeeze me in!?!??!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I sat there stewing for a few minutes before finally deciding I never wanted to give the place another dollar of my money again and got up and walked out. Went across the street and got my haircut in 15 minutes.
I feel like the universe has it out for me again. Utter, total bullshit.
Oh, and as luck would have it earlier when I was dealing with those fucks at the client, I got a call and message from the Anti-Cruelty. The call I'd been waiting for for TWO FUCKING WEEKS had to come when I can't answer the fucking phone.
I get home and Rockwell takes me to grocery shop for the party this weekend. All I see around the streets of Lakeview are all these happy, laughing people. Sitting at outdoor cafes. Walking around and laughing. Going in and out of bars. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
EVERYONE IS HAVING A GRAND OLD FUCKING TIME.
Meanwhile, the clock is already ticking down for me to have to go to bed and get up and go back to that fucking client. And I gotta get up and check servers. I gotta do this, that and the other fucking thing. I'm fat. I'm pissed. And everyone else in the world has all the time in the world to enjoy their fucking lives.
Also yesterday, apparently Miss Managed blew the Boss off for the meeting that was supposed to take place after she found out I wasn't there to sit in on it. And then he sends me an email chain between her and him with her going on and on about how she is "so worried" about her dying dog and has to "race" to the vet and that the vet is apparently coming to her house today to put the dog to sleep, which makes NO FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER. I've never heard of a vet making house calls to put a dog to sleep. And her dog is FULLY capable of being taken TO the vet because she claimed to have done just that Monday.
She's taking next week off, so already I am going to get her work dumped on me. But, now she's going a step further and taking an extra day off today to apparently deal with her dying dog. Which I simply do not believe is the truth.
I've got about 48 hours of usable time left to get my place ready for the party Sunday and I just keep getting fucked raw in the ass. I really wish I could kill myself. There is nothing satisfying about this state of existence. I hate everything.
This machine I had cleaned a virus infection off of two or three weeks ago was infected again. The guy whose machine it is is actually very nice. Older guy, retiring next week. He always admits when he did something wrong and the first time he admitted clicking on a fake Facebook email. This time he was gone last week and one of the women in the office had been using his computer and she got it infected.
I run through the usual steps and clean off the infections, but after that the machine is still hosed. IE won't open and gives me all kinds of errors when I click on the icon to start it. Symantec Antivirus also will not load. I click on it and the hourglass spins and then nothing happens. These things happen even in Safe Mode. I was determined to get out of there by 3:30 and there wasn't much more I could do for that machine at that point. I would need to go back to the office, find an image we have of a similar machine from there and load that.
The guy, even though he was nice, felt the need to walk around the office asking if anyone else had computer issues. So suddenly a fucking line was forming for my help. The other main issue was this haggard old witch of a woman that had 70 viruses on her machine. I didn't start on hers till after 3:00 so I raced through the scans and cleaned everything off, only to have the thing keep finding another instance of the virus. I said fuck it and told her to let me know if she continued to have issues.
It was 3:22 and I went into the horse bitch manager's office to tell her what was happening and that I would have to be back at the office this morning to drop an image on the guy's machine that was hosed. This cunt says to me, "Oh, the machine you 'fixed' two weeks ago?"
I was just totally shocked that she would say something like that to me. I smiled and told her that the machine was working and that someone else in the office had been using it and got it infected again while the guy was gone. She gave me a smug "oh" which really said she still didn't believe me, and would sooner believe that *I* was putting the viruses on there. I left there seething in a rage and have been ever since. Nothing would make me happier than to find out this morning that this rich bitch cunt was raped and murdered last night and thrown into a dumpster and set on fire. And then subsequently, everyone in her family caught a horribly painful type of cancer and died. And even THAT would not be enough to satisfy my anger over her so coyly insulting me and treating me like less than a dog.
I get home and head off to my 5:30 haircut appointment. I get there at 5:20 and see my woman cleaning up her station and then going into the back room. The guy at the front asks me if I am there to see anyone, I say yes and tell him who and he puts me in the system. I sit there... wait .... wait .... wait..... At 5:42 some other guy walks in and says he as an appointment but I don't hear for who. At 5:45 this bitch comes out of the back and asks who I am waiting for and when I tell her *HER* she acts all confused and then pulls the front desk guy over and starts talking some bullshit about two different books, and me not being in the book and asking who I talked to and when I called to make the appointment.
All a bunch of bullshit. Then, she tells me "Well honey, I'll 'try' to squeeze you in in between my next two appointments" and she proceeds to take THE OTHER GUY and go cut his hair. I smiled, like I did earlier when I was insulted, and said nothing and let myself get walked on all over again. I couldn't fucking believe it. Her solution to the issue was to tell me she "MAY" be able to squeeze me in!?!??!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I sat there stewing for a few minutes before finally deciding I never wanted to give the place another dollar of my money again and got up and walked out. Went across the street and got my haircut in 15 minutes.
I feel like the universe has it out for me again. Utter, total bullshit.
Oh, and as luck would have it earlier when I was dealing with those fucks at the client, I got a call and message from the Anti-Cruelty. The call I'd been waiting for for TWO FUCKING WEEKS had to come when I can't answer the fucking phone.
I get home and Rockwell takes me to grocery shop for the party this weekend. All I see around the streets of Lakeview are all these happy, laughing people. Sitting at outdoor cafes. Walking around and laughing. Going in and out of bars. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
EVERYONE IS HAVING A GRAND OLD FUCKING TIME.
Meanwhile, the clock is already ticking down for me to have to go to bed and get up and go back to that fucking client. And I gotta get up and check servers. I gotta do this, that and the other fucking thing. I'm fat. I'm pissed. And everyone else in the world has all the time in the world to enjoy their fucking lives.
Also yesterday, apparently Miss Managed blew the Boss off for the meeting that was supposed to take place after she found out I wasn't there to sit in on it. And then he sends me an email chain between her and him with her going on and on about how she is "so worried" about her dying dog and has to "race" to the vet and that the vet is apparently coming to her house today to put the dog to sleep, which makes NO FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER. I've never heard of a vet making house calls to put a dog to sleep. And her dog is FULLY capable of being taken TO the vet because she claimed to have done just that Monday.
She's taking next week off, so already I am going to get her work dumped on me. But, now she's going a step further and taking an extra day off today to apparently deal with her dying dog. Which I simply do not believe is the truth.
I've got about 48 hours of usable time left to get my place ready for the party Sunday and I just keep getting fucked raw in the ass. I really wish I could kill myself. There is nothing satisfying about this state of existence. I hate everything.