Curmudgeonly Bitching
Today was round N in the Text Messaging Wars. As in, me demanding that Sprint do something about the damn spam that infests our phones every few months. I don't pay to send text messages, and by Ghu I shouldn't have to pay to receive messages that I don't want, turn text messaging BACK OFF, DAMMIT.
They always swear that they have text messaging blocked on our account and that the clever-dick spammers keep figuring out how to dodge the blocks but *this* time they've got a new solution that's sure to work. I suspect the real reason is that some 20-something can't believe that anyone could live that way, must be some kind of mistake, I'll turn that back on. Or they're getting kickbacks from the spammers. But stupidity is more probably than malice.
I am a dinosaur. Gronk, I say, Gronk gronk.
And while I'm at it, go to hell all beancounters that won't pay to fix the damn HVAC system, seeming to think that heating the building to 80+ while the employees run fans, open doors, etc. in a vain attempt to not suffer heat prostration is "saving money". (I reiterate, I will never, ever ever complain about the building being too cold again if we should be so lucky, please Ghu)
Also beauracratic morons and co-workers who fill our in-boxes the latest urban legends and happy-clappy claptrap.
They always swear that they have text messaging blocked on our account and that the clever-dick spammers keep figuring out how to dodge the blocks but *this* time they've got a new solution that's sure to work. I suspect the real reason is that some 20-something can't believe that anyone could live that way, must be some kind of mistake, I'll turn that back on. Or they're getting kickbacks from the spammers. But stupidity is more probably than malice.
I am a dinosaur. Gronk, I say, Gronk gronk.
And while I'm at it, go to hell all beancounters that won't pay to fix the damn HVAC system, seeming to think that heating the building to 80+ while the employees run fans, open doors, etc. in a vain attempt to not suffer heat prostration is "saving money". (I reiterate, I will never, ever ever complain about the building being too cold again if we should be so lucky, please Ghu)
Also beauracratic morons and co-workers who fill our in-boxes the latest urban legends and happy-clappy claptrap.