And see if I give a rat’s teeny fucking little ass.
I don’t know if I’ve blogged about it before, but since IT moved from the headquarters to this building occupying just one floor, we don’t have cubicles. The desks are placed right next to each other, and there is no barrier between my space and the next guy’s space. Herein lies the problem.
There is this auditor who has been coming in and sitting at the empty desk next to mine for the last several weeks to audit our SOX compliance. Ever since I came back to work from my staycation, I’ve noticed that this guy has been expanding his space, which means he’s been encroaching upon my space.
I come to work in the morning, and his laptop case, not a portion of it but the WHOLE of it, is comfortably standing on the floor casually leaning against MY file cabinet of MY desk. His files are arranged on his desk and on about a foot of my desk. I don’t really care about the desk space because it’s the space I don’t get much use of, except that I don’t like him nonchalantly just claiming the space.
I have been just pushing his laptop case over to HIS side so that it leans on the file cabinet of HIS desk. Every single morning. And during the course of a day, it gradually crawls towards my side again. The thing is this. He doesn’t have to open his cabinet cause there is nothing in there! And I DO use my file cabinet. Why the fuck is he doing this?
Today, I came in and I just opened my cabinet without moving his laptop case because I knew he could see me. It fell over. He tried to catch it, but he couldn’t. It was lying on MY side right next to my chair. He turned back and kept on doing what he had been doing before WITHOUT picking it up and moving it. I guess he thought since I knocked it over, so I’d pick it up? Maybe?
Uh… like I give a fuck? So I went around doing my thing, pushing my chair out when I had to get up, which, incidentally, might have trampled on his laptop case more than once, and I “accidentally” kicked the laptop case numerous times, and strangely enough, I “somehow” had to get up and go away from my desk quite frequently this morning. Finally when I came back from the lunch, he had moved his laptop case completely under his desk, out of reach of my chair and my oh so pretty little feet.
Oh, I’m SOOOOO giddy with anticipation for tomorrow morning. I SOOOO wanna see where his laptop case would be when I come in. People in the office will have something to talk about for a few days if I see that case grace my cabinet again tomorrow morning.
After spending the better part of Tuesday in tears grieving the loss of 10%, the initial shock and indignation eventually wore off a bit. I calmed down at the end of the day and tried to come up with a plan to get through this and not lose the house. I decided that first, I had to talk to my boss at the client company to see if there is anything he or I could do even though I didn’t think he could do anything much, but that should be the first thing I should do anyway. Second, I would call my mortgage company to work out new terms for the loan. And last but not least I would have to figure out a way to reduce my expenses by several hundred dollars a month.
Since the only thing I could do at that time was to crunch numbers to save my monthly expenses, my brain got some unprecedented hard workout all evening while driving back home, taking the dogs out, holding Brandy, etc. At the end of the night, I came up with ways to reduce my expenses by $300 a month by 1) bringing lunch to work, 2) canceling internet connection at home, 3) limiting the dogs’ food variety to only fowls. I would have to come up with ways to reduce another $300 a month to remain at my current financial state of barely making it.
Having made some plans, I felt a little better and was even able to make some jokes when I talked with a couple of concerned friends over the phone. But sleep didn’t come easily at night. I woke up the next morning with an excruciating headache and feeling I had not slept at all. But I had hopes of some good results from talking to Countrywide, my mortgage company. But after very stressful and frustrating day I came home dejected and distraught.
My boss, as I thought, couldn’t do much understandably. Countrywide, on the other hand, can burn in hell. The stupid idiots that ever walked the earth seem to work at loan modification department, and they seem only to read from “guidelines” of some program after just glancing at my account. I don’t have patience enough, as some of you know, when talking to idiots. This is why my profession deals with computers, not people. I absolutely cannot deal with “talking to” to idiots and you can forget about “negotiating with” idiots.
Today I’ve been busy trying to see if I can find an agency who would negotiate this on my behalf, and at the same time, I’m talking to a mortgage broker to see if I can refinance. The reason I didn’t want to go with refinancing route was that I have piled up a lot of credit card debt resulting from last year’s multitudinous crises with my pets and I thought that it would be much harder. But no harm in looking into this. If anybody knows any reputable agency who can deal with Countrywide idiots on my behalf, please let me know.
The good news is I cried only once today. I’m tired. So very very tired.
End of this year is upon us and as a result, I’m extremely busy. Not because I have to build or upgrade servers or migrate or do an OS or software install or upgrade or anything of that sort because there has been a freeze in such activities since the end of last month. The upper management puts this kind of freeze at the end of each year because they don’t want any kind of hiccups resulting from such activities so that the year end business closing goes as smooth as possible.
Then why am I extremely busy, you might ask? Well, because people procrastinate and put off work as long as possible. For some reason, people in this company seem to only work at the end of each month. And then more people only work at the end of each year. But even so, I wouldn’t be busy if people would REMEMBER their passwords, which they need to their work! I’m busy because people request their passwords to be reset. The requests come in droves at the end of each month, quarter and year.
What I don’t understand is this. We are not talking about some password for some internet social networking site or private email or googles or yahoos or game or gambling site or any other PERSONAL sites. What we are talking about are the passwords they have to use TO DO THEIR WORK! How can you keep forgetting this password? I’m telling you, out of several thousand users on this particular system, and some people forget their passwords so often, I even remember their names. And what does it say about how much work they do throughout the month or quarter or year?
Another thing that cooks my grits? They all want it as soon as possible. It’s very urgent. It’s high priority. It’s an emergency even. YOU forgetting the password that you need for you to do your work that you get paid to do is NEVER an emergency or high priority or urgent. WE (we as in IT people at work) don’t really care if one person –YOU– doesn’t get high performance marks because the said person –again YOU– has forgotten the password to do the work. A request for the password reset is automatically assigned the lowest priority by the system. There is no use crying or keep sending emails or calling or yelling because you haven’t received the new password in shockingly long 15 minutes of you requesting it – I might not even see the request within a few hours because if it’s some real emergency or high priority or an urgent matter, the ticketing system would have automatically paged us, and believe me, a password reset request never gets that privilege.
I don’t care how many passwords you have to remember because most people don’t have to remember more passwords than a system administrator of about 100 servers, the root passwords of which need to be changed every few months. The password is needed to do you job. Remembering it is part of your job. Please make an effort.
I had to go to the supermarket on my way home from work yesterday. I came home indignant. I have to say, whenever I go to the supermarket, I come home outraged, full of hatred for inconsiderate, selfish, lazy, uncaring, irresponsible, stupid and downright hostile people. It’s amazing how people can be so callous for no reason at all. Yesterday, these people I saw there were worse than ever! The following are 13 things I muttered to myself or wanted to scream at the people at the supermarket yesterday ALONE.
- Why can’t you just close those damn doors so that the poor old couple can park next to your car instead of staring at them and making them back out and go to another spot, you inconsiderate selfish fuck?
- It doesn’t occur to you that other people might want to pass while you examine the label of each can with your cart blocking the entire aisle?
- When people say “Excuse me,” while you talk on the phone blocking other people from the items they want access to, you are supposed to move your fat ass swiftly out of that area, NOT glare at them moving just half a step.
- We all want to get through this aisle. It would work much better if you ALSO moved your cart to your right while we pass each other instead of you standing firm in the middle of the aisle waiting for me to somehow let you pass cause I ain’t backing out of the aisle or climbing over the shelves. That’s right. See how that works?
- If you don’t move your cart and unblock me and let me get out of here, you are never gonna get to the chicken legs AT ALL. I might get all the remaining chicken legs while I’m blocked in here.
- Is it really necessary to make others wait while you two argue about which frozen food to get?
- Sorry, I got here first. Glaring at me for taking the last carton of milk ain’t gonna make me give it up, bitch.
- Didn’t you just see your kid run his hand through chicken and turkey section with sticky blood everywhere and put his fingers to his mouth?
- I understand you could have missed the find prints on the circular that clearly states only regular Cheerios are on sale. I don’t understand you wasting everybody’s time fighting with the cashier and the manager about it even AFTER you found out.
- I seriously think the time you wasted staring into space while waiting for the person in front of you could have been spent much better on looking for your purse AND your changes at the bottom of your humongous bag.
- Standing so close to me trying to push me forward isn’t going to make the cashier scan my things any faster.
- If you choose to idle your engine right at the curb despite the signs not to, at least get away from the fucking exit so that people with carts can get off the curb!
- The parking spot for the handicapped is NOT where you return your cart, you lazy ass.
A couple of coworkers and I ordered Chinese food to be delivered for lunch today at work. When the delivery guy called me at my desk asking me to come downstairs, I immediately grabbed my wallet and ran 2 flights down to the second floor where there is a security guard station. The guy wasn’t there. I asked the guard. No, he has not seen any Chinese delivery guy. Since the building is on a hill, there is a lobby on the first floor, and I ran down another flight. There was nobody there. I ran up to the second floor again, muttering curse words to myself. Still nobody. I ran down the hall and went outside the building. Still no Chinese delivery guy. Cursing out loud, I ran downstairs again and outside the building. Nobody there. Cursing really loud now, I ran upstairs to the second floor again and this Chinese guy started yelling at me “I saw you go upstairs! I saw you go upstairs! I double-parked outside and I saw you go upstairs!!!”
Uhh… what the fuck?
I proceeded to tell him I did NOT go upstairs, I went downstairs to look for him because he wasn’t there. He kept yelling “I saw you go upstairs! I saw you go upstairs!! I double-parked outside!” I was losing patience, which I don’t really have much in the first place, and started yelling back at him, “You were NOT here, so I went downstairs to see if you were downstairs!” And he proceeded to tell me, “I told you second floor! I told you second floor! I saw you go upstairs!”, to which I yelled back “No, you didn’t tell me you were on the second floor, you were not even in the fucking building!”, to which he STILL yelled at me, “I saw you go upstairs! I double-parked outside! I saw you go upstairs!”
Well, so I had a shouting match with a stupid idiot with temper for a few minutes. Some people are just too fucking stupid to be walking around and mixing with other people because his tip? 80 cents. Not that I WANTED to give him 80 cents, but I didn’t have the exact change. I did think about calling the place and raising hell and secured witnesses – the guard and two other delivery guys waiting at the time. Lucky for the idiot, my coworkers entreated me to let it go, he might lose his job (which I couldn’t care less about), it’s holiday season, have a heart, they will go downstairs to meet the delivery people from now on. So there goes another Chinese take-out place. I have to say, I’m running out of Chinese take-out places to order from.
The moral of the story? Always make OTHER people to do the ordering and picking up the food for you.
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