Hooray for my summer job....
[sarcastic rant]
So, Mike, if you could just go ahead and go change the BIOS settings on every Windows computer in the school district, that'd be great. What's that? No, this is your own special project, we need everybody back at the office to scratch themselves in odd places (and each other, if truly necessary). Yes, we're fully aware that there are 8 elementary schools, 2 middle schools, 2 buildings of the high school, and at least two office buildings to take care of. You say there's an average of around 2.5 PCs per classroom in the district? Yeah, that sounds about right. While you're at it, you might want to make sure those teachers are all satiated, so if they ask you to have a look at an unrelated problem, could you go ahead and take care of that? That'd be great. Oh, we're also told that there are so many PCs in the district that we don't have the licensing capability to cover all of them. We want you to make sure they're covered anyway. We're sure you can handle it without suffering multiple aneurysms. Hey, at least we're not asking you to do anything to the Macs yet. Er, unless we decide to get that program downloaded tomorrow. In which case, you can do all that with the Macs too, right? I mean, you've got all summer, at least until we enlist you for heavy manual labor...
[/sarcastic rant]
God fucking dammit. They give me the bitch work and everybody else gets to sit in the joyously air-conditioned office and reformat computers, get to work on hardware, deal with actual computer problems like an IT department is supposed to.
Hey, at least this beats being told to clean the storeroom for the fourth time in two months only to have your co-workers trash it by throwing random wires wherever they please when they return to the office with spare parts.
Sigh. I'm really sorry, everyone. I want to write about happy things, I want to recap my semester, my deadweek, my life, but I keep putting the happy stuff off until it's too late, because eventually, something like this happens. And this is only the tip of the iceberg of infuriation.
Someday soon I'll get to the happy stuff. For now, I'm going to go prevent my grandparents from killing one another, because I don't need a funeral on my list of things to plan.
So, Mike, if you could just go ahead and go change the BIOS settings on every Windows computer in the school district, that'd be great. What's that? No, this is your own special project, we need everybody back at the office to scratch themselves in odd places (and each other, if truly necessary). Yes, we're fully aware that there are 8 elementary schools, 2 middle schools, 2 buildings of the high school, and at least two office buildings to take care of. You say there's an average of around 2.5 PCs per classroom in the district? Yeah, that sounds about right. While you're at it, you might want to make sure those teachers are all satiated, so if they ask you to have a look at an unrelated problem, could you go ahead and take care of that? That'd be great. Oh, we're also told that there are so many PCs in the district that we don't have the licensing capability to cover all of them. We want you to make sure they're covered anyway. We're sure you can handle it without suffering multiple aneurysms. Hey, at least we're not asking you to do anything to the Macs yet. Er, unless we decide to get that program downloaded tomorrow. In which case, you can do all that with the Macs too, right? I mean, you've got all summer, at least until we enlist you for heavy manual labor...
[/sarcastic rant]
God fucking dammit. They give me the bitch work and everybody else gets to sit in the joyously air-conditioned office and reformat computers, get to work on hardware, deal with actual computer problems like an IT department is supposed to.
Hey, at least this beats being told to clean the storeroom for the fourth time in two months only to have your co-workers trash it by throwing random wires wherever they please when they return to the office with spare parts.
Sigh. I'm really sorry, everyone. I want to write about happy things, I want to recap my semester, my deadweek, my life, but I keep putting the happy stuff off until it's too late, because eventually, something like this happens. And this is only the tip of the iceberg of infuriation.
Someday soon I'll get to the happy stuff. For now, I'm going to go prevent my grandparents from killing one another, because I don't need a funeral on my list of things to plan.