Plan Nine From Outback Steakhouse.
Yesterday was a classic day here. One of utter and ultimate idiocy. I cannot wait until they find out what it's like to live without me.
First thing in the A.M. this gargoyle minion of Jabba, who had a baby over the summer (rumor was the baby was actually the Manwhore VP's since everyone knows they are having an affair), crashed her machine while attempting to change the wallpaper to a picture of her toddler. Blue screen stop messages. Ten minute log-ins. Nightmare. But, whatever. I sat at her desk for an hour getting the thing back up. She's the one that lost the time... I was doing my job.
Then, as usual for a Monday, it was a Citrix nightmare. The gist of it is, we have new licenses for Citrix, but they don't transfer over to the older version we have on the old server. SO, that means until we get the new servers finished and migrate everyone over, there is only going to be a finite number of licenses for them to use. Of course, there is never any planning here so there was no way we could have predicted the remote usage would double in the span of two months.
It doesn't bother me one bit. People log in out there and then just sit idle for hours at a time. I can see when they are active and inactive. So, I boot them off to make room and it brings joy to my day. Of course, a few of them don't appreciate that. But, maybe they should be working instead of leaving windows open on their screens making it look like they are working.
Long story short (too late), the owner's wife who also uses email on our system couldn't log in all morning. The CG called me once because I guess she'd called him. Then, in the afternoon when I had to reboot the server she attempted again... called her fat ass Mafioso husband, and he called me.....
"You need to get this mother fucking Citrix fixed. My fucking wife has called me ten fucking times today because she can't fucking connect and it's fucking giving me a fucking headache. Get the fucking thing fixed and fucking call her at home."
I realized after I hung up the phone that he probably shouldn't have been talking to me in that tone. I didn't really appreciate it. A few months back I probably would have been miserable all day because of it. I will tell you one thing, as God is my witness, if he or anyone else takes that tone with me on the phone again during my last few weeks here, I will hang up on them.
But, that was the really great thing about what happened. I felt totally free. I felt no fear that I'd be unemployed and destitute if I didn't do his bidding and kiss his ass. Fuck you chump. This is ALLLLL me up in here. You fat fuck.
I feel such power right now. I am bathing in it. Douching with it.
UNLIMITED POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First thing in the A.M. this gargoyle minion of Jabba, who had a baby over the summer (rumor was the baby was actually the Manwhore VP's since everyone knows they are having an affair), crashed her machine while attempting to change the wallpaper to a picture of her toddler. Blue screen stop messages. Ten minute log-ins. Nightmare. But, whatever. I sat at her desk for an hour getting the thing back up. She's the one that lost the time... I was doing my job.
Then, as usual for a Monday, it was a Citrix nightmare. The gist of it is, we have new licenses for Citrix, but they don't transfer over to the older version we have on the old server. SO, that means until we get the new servers finished and migrate everyone over, there is only going to be a finite number of licenses for them to use. Of course, there is never any planning here so there was no way we could have predicted the remote usage would double in the span of two months.
It doesn't bother me one bit. People log in out there and then just sit idle for hours at a time. I can see when they are active and inactive. So, I boot them off to make room and it brings joy to my day. Of course, a few of them don't appreciate that. But, maybe they should be working instead of leaving windows open on their screens making it look like they are working.
Long story short (too late), the owner's wife who also uses email on our system couldn't log in all morning. The CG called me once because I guess she'd called him. Then, in the afternoon when I had to reboot the server she attempted again... called her fat ass Mafioso husband, and he called me.....
"You need to get this mother fucking Citrix fixed. My fucking wife has called me ten fucking times today because she can't fucking connect and it's fucking giving me a fucking headache. Get the fucking thing fixed and fucking call her at home."
I realized after I hung up the phone that he probably shouldn't have been talking to me in that tone. I didn't really appreciate it. A few months back I probably would have been miserable all day because of it. I will tell you one thing, as God is my witness, if he or anyone else takes that tone with me on the phone again during my last few weeks here, I will hang up on them.
But, that was the really great thing about what happened. I felt totally free. I felt no fear that I'd be unemployed and destitute if I didn't do his bidding and kiss his ass. Fuck you chump. This is ALLLLL me up in here. You fat fuck.
I feel such power right now. I am bathing in it. Douching with it.
UNLIMITED POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!