General purpose mid-week end-of-year rant

Overslept this morning, was 15 minutes LATE to work (This is highly unlike me, I have been told off for clocking early repeatedly....), felt downright stoned driving to work...and it's started.

No, not that. Well, actually yes, that *too*, but I'm thinking of the year-end influx of everyone finding bills they've happily been ignoring for the last 7 or 8 months and ranting at *me* because their insurance company is fucked up or they've been sent to collections. Wah. Get over it.

Oh, and get this: the boss comes out and says that the bigwigs at HQ are *surprised* that she thinks there are bugs in the software they want to convert us to. No one has *told* them this before. They may be calling, she says, to see what WE think. (At which point, I jammed my fist into my mouth past the knuckles to stifle the squeals of glee.) Can we be candid? I asked. "Tactfully so...."

Tact? Yes, the kind you pound with a hammer...

Whoever wrote that software should be shot. Whoever paid money for it should be shot twice.

Our old software was written by Forrest Gump. The new system was written by his schizophrenic older brother.

Whoever wrote such a crummy, redundant piece of shit probably goes back and forth down the hall 20 times for individual squares of toilet paper every time he takes a dump.

Should I go on? Probably not. Words cannot describe how crappy the system is, and if you haven't worked on it, take my word for it, you don't want to. Count your blessings.

Oh, speaking of blessings, one nice thing *did* happen today--got present from Secret Santa at work. Cute little vase--about 6 inches tall, classic shape, with patchwork wild animal prints. This definitely goes with my decor!

At this point, I have about 15 pages of the Riddick fic that I need to transcribe...and god help me, I'm wanted in Schnauzerland this weekend. Maybe on Sunday. Saturday, I want to get as much done as I can, since it's probably the last weekend I'll be home for three weeks. On the list of things I *want* to do, going over there now or later is *far* down on the list.

I have a life, dammit!
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General purpose mid-week end-of-year rant

Overslept this morning, was 15 minutes LATE to work (This is highly unlike me, I have been told off for clocking early repeatedly....), felt downright stoned driving to work...and it's started.

No, not that. Well, actually yes, that *too*, but I'm thinking of the year-end influx of everyone finding bills they've happily been ignoring for the last 7 or 8 months and ranting at *me* because their insurance company is fucked up or they've been sent to collections. Wah. Get over it.

Oh, and get this: the boss comes out and says that the bigwigs at HQ are *surprised* that she thinks there are bugs in the software they want to convert us to. No one has *told* them this before. They may be calling, she says, to see what WE think. (At which point, I jammed my fist into my mouth past the knuckles to stifle the squeals of glee.) Can we be candid? I asked. "Tactfully so...."

Tact? Yes, the kind you pound with a hammer...

Whoever wrote that software should be shot. Whoever paid money for it should be shot twice.

Our old software was written by Forrest Gump. The new system was written by his schizophrenic older brother.

Whoever wrote such a crummy, redundant piece of shit probably goes back and forth down the hall 20 times for individual squares of toilet paper every time he takes a dump.

Should I go on? Probably not. Words cannot describe how crappy the system is, and if you haven't worked on it, take my word for it, you don't want to. Count your blessings.

Oh, speaking of blessings, one nice thing *did* happen today--got present from Secret Santa at work. Cute little vase--about 6 inches tall, classic shape, with patchwork wild animal prints. This definitely goes with my decor!

At this point, I have about 15 pages of the Riddick fic that I need to transcribe...and god help me, I'm wanted in Schnauzerland this weekend. Maybe on Sunday. Saturday, I want to get as much done as I can, since it's probably the last weekend I'll be home for three weeks. On the list of things I *want* to do, going over there now or later is *far* down on the list.

I have a life, dammit!
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