Stupefier
The kittens are back home now. They seem so happy to be. Doralee especially just seems exhausted, though of the two she was the more calm one when I got them back and for the car ride home. I was out there with them for a bit, but I think my presence made Miss Mona want to stay awake and be active. I've left them alone most of the day now and they seem to just be sleeping.
I am way out of whack as far as time goes, and I keep thinking it is an hour later than it is.
I've had several annoyances from the Meat Packer that I will complain about now. Starting with an email I got from Miss Slate. She emailed me to tell me the former pervert, hooker-hiring owner (but still on board as a consultant) had gotten a new cell phone and "needed help getting the authenticator app for his email onto the new device".
First off, why is *she* emailing me and not *him*, I do not know. He has had no issue bothering me morning, noon and night for 12 plus years. He doesn't care and does not acknowledge even the slightest inconvenience when he texts or calls me on weekends or at 8:00 in the evening. Why suddenly now is this chick playing secretary to him.
And I have no idea what she is talking about regarding an "authenticator app for email". I've never set him up with any "authenticator app" to access his email. He *does* have an authenticator app to access the VPN, which she also uses to connect to their network. Is THAT what you are talking about? Because this bitch has a tendency to "misspeak" in emails I've noticed, only to apologize later for saying one thing but meaning another. So right off I have to do the thinking for this woman and try to deduce what she's really asking for here.
I reply back and ask if she meant the VPN authenticator. Telling her that SHE can have HIM call me when he gets home if that is the case since we can't do the setup when he's on the network there. And that if this is in fact concerning some "email authenticator" she can just have him call me whenever, as I am not aware of any such app so I'll just have to figure out what he's talking about when he calls me.
No response, of course.
Shortly after this, because shit at this place seems to be happening in clusters this week, the CFO opens a ticket asking if I can plan on stopping by there soon to "try to figure out" how the soundbar and the camera work on that conference room TV that was so desperately needed, and has become this ongoing pain in my ass.
"Doesn’t look like speaker has power hooked up."
Well, no it doesn't. As I saw when I was there last time, the power cord for the speaker was laying on the floor and not plugged into the back of it. It seems though that this brain genius, nor any of the other Mensa members on site (including Miss Slate who I assume was there for this meeting they had today) thought to just, maybe, you know, PLUG THE FUCKING SPEAKER BACK IN.
I replied back and mentioned the cord being on the floor and saying that someone must have unplugged it "for some reason". I cannot imagine the reason. Though the cords were plugged into the outlets in a very unappealing, unaesthetic way and when I mentioned to the CFO a few weeks ago about potentially getting a power strip mounted behind the wall or something he just said not to worry about it. Now we see it is a worry, because some random moron there will just unplug things for reasons unknown.
They do they same thing with a computer that sits on a table in the conference room next to the TV. This computer will randomly get unplugged or powered off inexplicably. Then the asshole who uses it will email me and say he can't remote connect, even though 100% of the time when the issue has happened it is because the machine is off. Do you think he'd just call the office and have someone check first before emailing me? No, of course not. So I bill him an hour for replying to his email to tell him it is turned off. The time billed as "troubleshoot accessibility".
Back to the CFO's email though. The second part of it revolved around the webcam that was so desperately needed for this conference room TV. I finally got a compatible one, hooked it up and as far as the TV goes, got it working. I could see the camera on the TV and the camera worked via the television interface. Beyond that, I did nothing more because I have no clue what more was expected to be done.
Miss Slate *NEEDED* this setup, as it is apparently the setup they have at other clients. But, she didn't indicate what kind of TV or the additional requirements for cameras and speakers. It was all info dribbled out over weeks in a very womanly, pain-in-the-ass kind of way that just made the process annoying and unnecessarily drawn out. Now all the parts are there, and Miss Slate is there today. Yet, for some reason did not or could not troubleshoot the issue herself.
I am expected to, of course. I don't own a smart TV. I don't have a camera or a soundbar. I know less than everyone else involved, because they all have televisions newer than 2010. And they all have conference rooms with setups like this they've used before. But *I* need to be the one to figure out how it all "works".
I ain't got a fucking clue.
Just like yesterday. The CFO couldn't figure out how to screen mirror on the TV. LOOK IT THE FUCK UP.
No, you'd rather pay me to look it up for you. Cause guess what, I am just Googling the answer I didn't know off the top of my head. And now I'll bill you an hour and a half for "troubleshooting".
I seriously half wish this new company would have ditched our services. I can tell this is just going to be a continuous, drawn out pain in my ass. As the days and months go on, it seems people universally get stupider. And willfully so.
I don't know how the camera works. And why the fuck should I? Because it has a plug? I'm not a TV repairman. I'm not an A/V specialist. If any one of these useless, college-educated assholes got a TV at home, there would be no one else to ask for help. They'd somehow figure it out. Yet, when they come into work, their brains all shut down and they immediately become helpless and stupid.
How much deeper can these levels of stupidity go?? I just cannot fathom it.
I am way out of whack as far as time goes, and I keep thinking it is an hour later than it is.
I've had several annoyances from the Meat Packer that I will complain about now. Starting with an email I got from Miss Slate. She emailed me to tell me the former pervert, hooker-hiring owner (but still on board as a consultant) had gotten a new cell phone and "needed help getting the authenticator app for his email onto the new device".
First off, why is *she* emailing me and not *him*, I do not know. He has had no issue bothering me morning, noon and night for 12 plus years. He doesn't care and does not acknowledge even the slightest inconvenience when he texts or calls me on weekends or at 8:00 in the evening. Why suddenly now is this chick playing secretary to him.
And I have no idea what she is talking about regarding an "authenticator app for email". I've never set him up with any "authenticator app" to access his email. He *does* have an authenticator app to access the VPN, which she also uses to connect to their network. Is THAT what you are talking about? Because this bitch has a tendency to "misspeak" in emails I've noticed, only to apologize later for saying one thing but meaning another. So right off I have to do the thinking for this woman and try to deduce what she's really asking for here.
I reply back and ask if she meant the VPN authenticator. Telling her that SHE can have HIM call me when he gets home if that is the case since we can't do the setup when he's on the network there. And that if this is in fact concerning some "email authenticator" she can just have him call me whenever, as I am not aware of any such app so I'll just have to figure out what he's talking about when he calls me.
No response, of course.
Shortly after this, because shit at this place seems to be happening in clusters this week, the CFO opens a ticket asking if I can plan on stopping by there soon to "try to figure out" how the soundbar and the camera work on that conference room TV that was so desperately needed, and has become this ongoing pain in my ass.
"Doesn’t look like speaker has power hooked up."
Well, no it doesn't. As I saw when I was there last time, the power cord for the speaker was laying on the floor and not plugged into the back of it. It seems though that this brain genius, nor any of the other Mensa members on site (including Miss Slate who I assume was there for this meeting they had today) thought to just, maybe, you know, PLUG THE FUCKING SPEAKER BACK IN.
I replied back and mentioned the cord being on the floor and saying that someone must have unplugged it "for some reason". I cannot imagine the reason. Though the cords were plugged into the outlets in a very unappealing, unaesthetic way and when I mentioned to the CFO a few weeks ago about potentially getting a power strip mounted behind the wall or something he just said not to worry about it. Now we see it is a worry, because some random moron there will just unplug things for reasons unknown.
They do they same thing with a computer that sits on a table in the conference room next to the TV. This computer will randomly get unplugged or powered off inexplicably. Then the asshole who uses it will email me and say he can't remote connect, even though 100% of the time when the issue has happened it is because the machine is off. Do you think he'd just call the office and have someone check first before emailing me? No, of course not. So I bill him an hour for replying to his email to tell him it is turned off. The time billed as "troubleshoot accessibility".
Back to the CFO's email though. The second part of it revolved around the webcam that was so desperately needed for this conference room TV. I finally got a compatible one, hooked it up and as far as the TV goes, got it working. I could see the camera on the TV and the camera worked via the television interface. Beyond that, I did nothing more because I have no clue what more was expected to be done.
Miss Slate *NEEDED* this setup, as it is apparently the setup they have at other clients. But, she didn't indicate what kind of TV or the additional requirements for cameras and speakers. It was all info dribbled out over weeks in a very womanly, pain-in-the-ass kind of way that just made the process annoying and unnecessarily drawn out. Now all the parts are there, and Miss Slate is there today. Yet, for some reason did not or could not troubleshoot the issue herself.
I am expected to, of course. I don't own a smart TV. I don't have a camera or a soundbar. I know less than everyone else involved, because they all have televisions newer than 2010. And they all have conference rooms with setups like this they've used before. But *I* need to be the one to figure out how it all "works".
I ain't got a fucking clue.
Just like yesterday. The CFO couldn't figure out how to screen mirror on the TV. LOOK IT THE FUCK UP.
No, you'd rather pay me to look it up for you. Cause guess what, I am just Googling the answer I didn't know off the top of my head. And now I'll bill you an hour and a half for "troubleshooting".
I seriously half wish this new company would have ditched our services. I can tell this is just going to be a continuous, drawn out pain in my ass. As the days and months go on, it seems people universally get stupider. And willfully so.
I don't know how the camera works. And why the fuck should I? Because it has a plug? I'm not a TV repairman. I'm not an A/V specialist. If any one of these useless, college-educated assholes got a TV at home, there would be no one else to ask for help. They'd somehow figure it out. Yet, when they come into work, their brains all shut down and they immediately become helpless and stupid.
How much deeper can these levels of stupidity go?? I just cannot fathom it.