funny old thing, life
Someone snuck into my home in the middle of the night and drew a strange painting on the wall of my room. It's only a small painting, and it's a nice painting, but it's incongruous with the decor to an almost comical degree. My eye keeps coming back to it. It's by far the weirdest gift I've ever recieved -- if the artist had told me about the idea before doing it, I'd have said no, but now that it's there I wouldn't change a thing about it.
Under no circumstances ask me to explain this metaphor, because I won't.
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Jackie's a good person, but her unreliability is annoying and she really doesn't *think*. I sent my laptop in with my dad with a note including its admin password, asking her to add it to the company domain and have my domain account added to it (I can do the rest of the necessary setup via VPN once I have access to all the folders on our servers). This takes less than five minutes including necessary reboot time.
My dad comes home conspicuously missing my laptop bag, and explains that Jackie told him they don't normally allow non-company machines to be added to the domain and she needs to check with Bill, who it just happens wasn't there today.
What. The. Fuck. Woman. I've already got permission from Bill, and I told her this once already a week ago. I know the policy as well as anyone -- does she think I'd ask her to do this if I didn't already have special dispensation? The purpose of the policy is so that we don't have to deal with issues with nonstandard machines that we don't have any warrantees or service agreements for. This obviously need not apply to someone on the tech support team who's willing to cover those costs himself. Rules exist for a reason, but this is what can happen when people just follow them blindly without understanding why they exist.
I need that laptop back by tomorrow, since I leave Wednesday morning, don't get back until Sunday morning, and re-start work officially on Monday morning. I have the day completely free tomorrow, so I might just go up to Burlington and do it myself to make sure it gets done. Oy vey.
Under no circumstances ask me to explain this metaphor, because I won't.
* * * * *
Jackie's a good person, but her unreliability is annoying and she really doesn't *think*. I sent my laptop in with my dad with a note including its admin password, asking her to add it to the company domain and have my domain account added to it (I can do the rest of the necessary setup via VPN once I have access to all the folders on our servers). This takes less than five minutes including necessary reboot time.
My dad comes home conspicuously missing my laptop bag, and explains that Jackie told him they don't normally allow non-company machines to be added to the domain and she needs to check with Bill, who it just happens wasn't there today.
What. The. Fuck. Woman. I've already got permission from Bill, and I told her this once already a week ago. I know the policy as well as anyone -- does she think I'd ask her to do this if I didn't already have special dispensation? The purpose of the policy is so that we don't have to deal with issues with nonstandard machines that we don't have any warrantees or service agreements for. This obviously need not apply to someone on the tech support team who's willing to cover those costs himself. Rules exist for a reason, but this is what can happen when people just follow them blindly without understanding why they exist.
I need that laptop back by tomorrow, since I leave Wednesday morning, don't get back until Sunday morning, and re-start work officially on Monday morning. I have the day completely free tomorrow, so I might just go up to Burlington and do it myself to make sure it gets done. Oy vey.