I Shouldn't Have to Buy Soy Milk...

It’s been a long time since I posted, but I must rant right now, and it is simply because there is no one else to rant to while it is just past 7 am right now. I’ve been enjoying a small splash of Fat-Free milk in my coffee for a while now. About a year ago, I was doing the same thing until magically, half of the small bottle would disappear from when I last used my milk to when I would use it the next morning – which means that someone was using my milk. Now, before you ask, YES – my milk is labeled. Everything that goes into the refrigerator at work has to be labeled with our name and the date that it entered our refrigerator. That is because people are pigs and don’t treat the refrigerator like they would their refrigerator at home. I can’t tell you how many gross things have grown in the work frig.

 

So, someone used my milk back then to the point that I was getting maybe two cups of coffee from a container of milk that should get me more like 10 cups of coffee. So I had switched to soy milk, which no one touched. I really don’t like soy milk, but when it’s in coffee, you really can’t tell the difference. Then I had to really watch the caffeine so I went back to drinking water.

 

But now, I’m drinking decaf and I like to have milk in it. It’s because I use too much creamer if I just use the creamer. It’s within my rights to think that if I put milk in the refrigerator that I would be the one using it. There has been a person here or there that I have offered to use a splash when our Administrative Coordinator couldn’t manage to order enough creamer, but I never gave anyone the permission to just use it with disregard to the fact that I want it for my coffee.

 

The container that I put in there last Thursday should have lasted me to this upcoming Thursday. It’s Monday morning and I put half the normal amount of milk and I’ll be lucky if I get one more cup with my milk in it today. It’s insane! I’m not here to supply milk to everyone else who is too damn lazy to bring in their own freaking milk. I shouldn’t have to buy soy milk either in order to protect my milk. Maybe I should buy a bottle of soy milk and then once that’s empty fill it up with the fat-free milk so I can save the money, keep the milk that I want because no one else will touch it because it says that it is soy milk, or I’m just going to continue to have the milk-thieves take my milk!

I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BUY SOY MILK!

Don't blame me

I love how when all else fails with the computers - its easiest to blame the "untrained" techie who is at the office day in and day out. I love how everyone in the support company starts to point out how you aren't following the rules they follow when its good for them.

I believe I have reached the limit of dealing with problems and being the sole point of blame. I didn't great the beginning problems of what our network issues are. When it was created, I didn't even know what group policy was. Now that it isn't working - I am being blamed.

I hate when fighting with the support company. Nothing good can come from it. In the end, I just want things fixed. I don't care who - I just want them fixed. Instead we are going to play all of these "political games" of trying to find out how it got this bad without dealing with the problem. Days are going to be freaking wasted as we position ourselves along the lines of "we paid for this already and we aren't paying again" vs the "this is beyond support contract and you have to pay for this fix".  Add to the fact that the sales rep likes to be the momma to all of us - its hell!

Resolutions

It's that time. It's New Year's Eve. I hate this day actually. I hate looking back at the year that passed and saying "Man, I just didn't do anything that I wanted to do". This year, it seems to be a lot of that. But, I want to look forward. But looking forward right now doesn't seem that cherry. Each time I see my mom she talks about another food that is going to be eliminated from the house for 3 to 6 months as she takes on chemo and radiation. She says that I can still have it, but that's entirely wrong for me. What if I'm making chicken one day for myself and its the one thing that she wants to eat. I can't possibly bring chicken in this house if she can't eat it.

So, before I get off on another topic, here are the resolutions:

Work:
- I will clean my desk by the end of January.
- I will get one training and/or test for certification
- I will realize that I'm doing my best and that's all that I can do.

Personal:
- I will no longer wink in the online dating. Everyone winks. It's time to write emails.
- I will do whatever it takes to get my mom through all of this and I will not physically harm my sister in the process (although I'm sure it is going to be damn tempting).
- I will go on vacation, even if I have to go by myself and be bored out of my mind. I cannot wait until September when my mother "may" be able to go on vacation with me. I'm getting out of here. I need away from all this craziness.
- I will continue on my diet, no matter how many dietary restrictions my mother gets and no matter how many nights she craves things like Burger King Whoppers (which is what she has been talking about for two weeks!)
- I will exercise, whenever I get the time. It may be dancing with the Wii, but it counts!
- I will try to take care of myself as well as I can. It's going to be hard while taking care of someone else, who isn't going to slow down at all.

Ok, I have to stop this list before I get even more depressed. I feel like I can already chalk up 2008 to being hell. I thought that life was going to get better at some point, but right now, it's just one thing after another. It will be even more difficult if my sister gets the job closer to our house. She'll claim that she is around to "help" but I know my sister. It will be about "free food" and other things. I still can't believe that my mom gave her money for parking at the hospital!

Need to Vent

Maybe I haven’t been blogging just because I haven’t been able to do anything at work about my current situation. Maybe I haven’t been blogging because I’m sick of every entry sounding like a complaint – they aren’t supposed to be, but they just are. Maybe I haven’t been blogging simply because there are hundreds of things to do and simply not enough time in the world to do them.

 

But today, I just needed to blog to vent. It has everything to do with a person named Texas. (Of course I can’t use her real name). I was friends with her when I worked retail and brought her over to my real job with the retail store went under. At first, she did anything I asked, which was nice. I had true help. But then, the ugly head of Texas was found (I like to call it Bush). Bush is an evil person. Bush is a liar. Bush is a manipulator. Bush uses humor and jokes to turn the power in the agency towards thinking Texas is nice. Bush backstabs you a hundred times before you even know that she has started.

 

So, about two months ago, the PG (being a brilliant boss that he is) asked me to “Just keep the peace” and not to “make her be Bush”. So basically, this means pulling back on asking her to do *ANYTHING* of work for me. So simply, I’m doing all the technical support for the entire agency without anyone to rely upon. In fact, it has gotten so bad that the PG has gone back to being my backup. So much for the whole days worth of training we gave Texas with a board member and then with a technician for our support company (whom she has equated to the anti-god or some other evil spirit thing – although he is a sweetheart to me and does me extra favors all the time!) The PG being my backup isn’t working out too well, he isn’t here half of the time.

 

So, Texas/Bush has gone and tried to make friends with other coworkers, but it’s almost sad. She hangs out with the Hoove-er, who is almost as creepy as the name sounds. He cracks jokes about movies that aren’t even funny and if there is a pun in the world, he says it over and over again. And he just stands there and watches people. Yuck! So he has become her new best friend. Which I don’t really care about – it keeps her away from me.

 

However, when we were getting our new phone system, Texas made the decision to tell everyone in the building to come to her first with problems, that she would help them first. Well, that’s all find and good, but most of the time the problems are not user-based it’s more technical end. I have to change a password or for some reason our phone conferencing went down. Well, they all go to her first and then Bush arrives because she can’t fix the problem. I’m not going to train someone on things like this if they aren’t going to do simple things like peel the labels off of printer drums because they bought cheap-crappy labels. So, naturally it takes three to four times longer to get the problem reported to me because Texas/Bush has to pretend to know what she is doing.

Then, usually when it finally gets to me, I get hollered/snapped at/hissed at/complained at by Bush about how long it is taking and how she doesn’t want to ask me to do anything. Well, isn’t that funny... I can’t ask her to do anything and she doesn’t want to ask me to do anything. Well, I didn’t start this craziness. I’m not the one with the mood swings that would cause any swing to spin around the top bar at a rate too fast to watch. I’m always the overworked techie. I’m always on edge because there is always something breaking.

 

But holding my tongue as Texas turns into Bush in front of people that I respect and I care about what they  think about me has come to an end. I’m done with it. I’ve told the PG this too. He is the one that created this mess by never addressing his lack of ability to control and manage her. He had held the peace too long and never did anything.

I have too many things to do around here in the next month to sit here and take this abuse. I’m heading towards hiding in the server room (although it’s like a freezer in there) and only coming out when I have too. It’s awful that my work environment has become so hostile, but this is what it has become. I can never know what kind of person is arriving at work for the day... is it Texas or is it Bush. One can never tell. One can never tell how quickly Texas can change into Bush.

 

My bets are on that the PG doesn’t do what he said he was going to do. He said that he was going to sit her down and talk to her about these things. I’ve heard these promises before. I always hear these promises. He hates conflict and he hates making someone do their work. He isn’t going to address this – I’d bet money on this!  He is just going to hope that this blows over, that I get used to doing all of this extra work and that I don’t turn around and holler/snap/hiss/complain back to her someday. Of course, if that happens, I’m sure that I’ll be the one that is wrong. I’m always the one that is wrong. And the PG has no problem when it comes to telling me what is wrong and what I have done wrong.

The best training conference yet

Did you know that 30 million people that mobile blog? Yep - that's me today!

The head of homestead.com is here and is great. He has these myths of the internet and blowing them away.

I need more trainings like this.

Plus they have great coffee.

Finally Done!

If the title doesn't say it enough -- maybe this does below. If you know what I'm talking about - you'll appreciate it!

A New Favorite Humor Site

I cannot believe that I got this link from a somewhat “professional” eNewsletter. Not that it isn’t professional, but it is all about humor and not real support.

http://lolnptech.blogspot.com/

For those of you who love cats, you’ll love this one a lot too – because a lot of these wonderful NonProfit Techie humor pictures are based off of images of cats. There are few on this site that I might have captions for, particularly this one, that looks like th cat is about to be placed under arrest. Well, there are few employees that I'd like to do that too (starting with the PG all the way down to the girl-who-is-hyped-up-on-so-many-diet-A.K.A.-speed-pills-she-can't-sign-on-right-every-morning)

Either way, my first idea was “Step Away from the Group Policy Snap-In”. Once I start editing group policy, I have an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other shoulder. The one is saying "be nice, only make them have a four character password" while the devil is saying "Make it be eight characters long, with at least three of the four - a capital letter, a small letter, a number and a symbol. And they have to change their password every 30 days!". Then when changing permissions to the ability to change things, the angel says "Sometimes being unique and giving the ability to change the background and screensave breeds happiness within employees" while the devil screams "Keep everyone the same!" I am almost proud to say this - but I listen to the devil much more often. When it comes to my network, lock it down! So, at times, I feel like I should be arrested for making so many strong changes to the group policy.

Of course, the caption could be something less about me and more about the employees - “Guilty of using password as a password”.

I had my first phone call for tech support this morning at 5:59 am – I wasn’t even downstairs and people were calling the offices going, “I know that you are there, so can you unlock me from having a frozen account, I can’t get into my Outlook”. I haven’t fixed the problem yet. I’m just bitter that people are freaking calling me that early and expecting me to jump for them. The problem is this user keeps coming in earlier and earlier – and it’s just plum ridiculous. They better not call me on Wednesday morning when I am sleeping in for the big event that evening. They better not even think of it!

If there is National Boss Day - Can there be National Bad Boss Day?

Or rather, “My Boss is a Big Giant Jack-ass Who Doesn’t Know What the Word Boss Means and Therefore He Can’t Function At That Job Title” Day? That would be around the title I would give for a holiday that celebrates my PG. And guess what – none of my coworkers are doing ANYTHING for the PG. We have all decided to pretend like it is any other day.

 

We used to plan elaborate things. We would make false meetings and go meet him in cool restaurants. We used to have fun with it. But somewhere along the line the PG has morphed horribly into this boss who can’t function as a boss. I know that he doesn’t like conflict, but now we’ve added the following things that he doesn’t like to do: make decisions, follow deadlines, correct staff, follow the rules, answer his phone, answer email with more than one word, and be at work. In fact, the list of things that he does do has shrunk too (much like his height). He likes to clean the cupboards (too bad we have a janitorial staff that does that too). That’s about it. Oh, he also likes to poke fun of staff, screw off during work, place the blame of things not getting done because he hasn’t done anything onto his staff (ME!), and generally go around and annoy everyone. A couple weeks ago it was damn magnets (Thanks Geeka! He hasn’t said anything about them this week. It’s been blissfully silent with those things gone.) This week he is deciding to work on our huge event next week. He is asking all of these questions, wanting to see the videos, having suggestions, and worried about the fact that we are down over 100 people in comparison from last year.

 

So, in the glory that National Boss Day is, I have gone researching for some material on Bad Bosses – and man, there is a jackpot of information out there. There must be a lot of PGs out there (or other versions of him). So, to get this started, I must admit that both the Post Gazette and MSN had lead articles on their websites yesterday and today about Bad Bosses. (Now, doesn’t that make everyone stop for a second and say “Why is that?”). Either way, the MSN article gave me the wealth of information that I sought. It started out with this website: http://www.badbosses.net/  - Yep, the Bad Bosses Website. And on this website, they have an assessment tool to rank you boss: Bad Bosses Assessment. Now, this is absolutely the best one to take. Can I say that I love this website? I can also say that this survey calls out the extremes that the PG can be. Let’s just say every one of the passive questions, he scores the highest on. He isn’t the worst boss out there, but when the survey comes up saying “Mayday! Mayday! You could be in store for a  crash landing with a very difficult boss!”, I have to tell the survey that it isn’t telling me something that I don’t already know. Too bad there wasn’t a question on there about “Can you bribe your boss with chocolate and do other people in your office use chocolate to gain favors from him?”.

 

But my research didn’t end there. No way. Instead, I continued on and found some things that I wish I could just drop on his lap someday. There is this website: http://www.badbossology.com/ that has a book called “Coward’s Guide to Conflict” that he ABSOLUTELY FREAKING NEEDS TO READ!  However, this site seems to be too serious for my taste. I’ve already sat through one horrible wrong Stress Management class with the PG – I don’t need more advice that is along the lines of “Before going in to see your boss, take two deep breathes and outline your conversation along with the things you want to achieve”. That NEVER works.

 

So, further research made me find this site, http://www.workingamerica.org/badboss/  which I wish I would have found earlier. I don’t know if I’d ever get the guts to submit my PG into a contest because I’m sure he doesn’t rank up in the categories of being a mean boss, he is just a bad boss. Well, according to this website, he is also known as The Second Worst Boss on the Block: BOZO the Boss.

 

Finally, in honor of Geeka, I googled “My Boss Is A JackAss” and let’s just say, there were plenty of hits (and lots of other blogs – and Geeka was the 6^th site that was on the google search with her post: Jackass-palooza ). So that Geeka doesn’t have to go and look these up, here are some that everyone may enjoy: http://www.workrant.com/

My Boss is a Jackass Message Board

http://www.fthisjob.com/node/60

 

 

Being Polite

I would think if I ever am a supervisor and I have an employee who works the entire weekend a project – let’s say, a big giant video that is going to be shown to 450 people that features popups boxes as in the VH1 Popup Video style along with voiceovers – that the first I’m back at work, that I would stop and see how the progress is. It’s only polite since the employee is probably putting in more hours than what they are being paid for, they are stressing out to no end, and they were categorically against using their own voice for the popup voiceovers, but had to do it either way.

 

But simply said, the PG doesn’t know Polite if it bit him in the ass and took his damn magnets away.

 

Yes, the PG has been too busy playing with magnets that make noise when you throw them together than to come see a video that I’ve probably worked on for well over 28 hours since Friday morning at 7 am.  Needless to say, let him destroy equipment with the magnets – there will be no conversations between us. I know that he wants a new freaking blackberry, but playing with magnets around the blackberry is going to do nothing to get me to put his blackberry on our servers. Hell, it’s not going to get him anything if he ruins stuff with magnets.

 

And now, he still has things to do for me, and he is too busy. What the hell? Was I too busy this weekend to work on the video? Was I too busy this weekend to figure out how to make up the popups clear and not translucent? Was I too busy this weekend to place 4 filters on all voiceovers to make it sound better? Was I too busy to find the stupid “bloop” sound for each popup? I don’t think so. Give up the magnets, become a grown man for 6 minutes and 24 seconds and see the damn video!

Irish Stepdancing Monkeys and Moron Magnets

This was a very serious conversation I had yesterday with Geeka on the way back from the very cool farmer's market (butternut squash fo 75 cents, giant heads of cauliflower for $2, homemade sugar-free jams for $4.50). It all started with the fact that we both work with complete morons. More specifically, we both have bosses taht are complete morons. Geeka's moron is the Canadian moron. She has been with this moron for too long. I'm with the Pocket-Gay Moron. Unfortunately, I've been with my moron for longer, but he wasn't always a moron.

However, this opened up new avenues for exploring morons. Because I really think that I attract this special breed of morons known as the "Gay morons". Now I must say, I'm perfectly find with this lifestyle for people who find themselves attracted to others of the same sex. I'd rather know about that first though. I don't know how many blind dates my first gay moron set up on with other men who were more interested in him than me.

Ok, back to business... First, gay morons are not exactly hiding the fact (although the PG is not exactly out of the closet but he isn't all the way into closet either, but he is small enough you can't always see where he is at a given moment). Second, they pretend to be this cool person who has all this fun when in the background they are like models on "America's Next Top Model" - ready to stab you in the back and throw you underneath the bus (or ACCESS van). Third, they need to be the most important person in the relatioship and demand it. If they aren't, they just fight with you so you go away. Fourth, they love to do things just to drive you absolutely batty because they love to see you upsest. (The PG has been carrying around these loud-ass magnets that make noise when you throw them together. He has been using them for over a week now. No problem, but there are tons of computer equipment in my building. Computer equipment that doesn't like magnets.... Getting the picture here?)

I'm not saying that I don't attract other morons and I'm not saying that only me and Geeka are specializing this. I'm sorry to say, but I even think Image Goddess attracted the same Canadian moron that I had. It wasn't our fault that time. We were hurt. We needed physical therapy. We were assigned the Canadian moron. (Although the verdict on this is still way out there. Somehow this man is still sort of right about my knee, although I'm still in pain.)

So the question is out there, if you are a moron magnet, how to do demagnetize yourself? Is there some sort of spray that I can get to get all the morons away? It seems as if I left one gay moron for another gay moron. In fact, I think my PG morphed into a bigger moron after I got rid of the other gay moron. Did I cause that because I no longer had a moron attached to me?

Enough of this -- but here, for some fun and what I teased about earlier: Irish Stepdancing Monkeys:

This Video Sums Up My Work

Simply said, I run each and every time my servers do something like this. My employees DO throw things when things go down. Change this man into a woman and it's me!

&*&*#&!*(#()$#) (Insert Swear Words Here)

Some days it isn’t even worth it. Some of the most basic things that need to be answered, can’t be answered. And when I have a hundred and one things that need to be done, the damn freaking ass boss just starts this crap “I don’t know what to tell you” and “I don’t know” and “I don’t have an answer”. Well, it’s simple – do you want to spend the money or do you not want to spend the money? Do you want me to just patch things together as we always do or do you want to do it the right way? Do you want me to work here forever and ever and ever like a freaking ass slave, or do you want me to be like a human being and actually work a regularly scheduled week?

 

How can I continue to support technology that I have no say in and no control over? It’s insane. I need things and I need things approve. I need decisions – not non-committals. This is ridiculous. We have a $20 million + budget and I can’t even get a $4,000 server approved. But yet wave a freaking new blackberry in his face and suddenly it is a must have!

 

What happened to what the real needs are? What happened to listening to what is right? What happened to TELLING your staff what you want and not letting things just hang in the air forever and forever and forever.

 

This is bullsh$t. There is no freaking way someone can work like this month after month after month. There is no way that someone can expect to be nice and kind with month after month of this sh!t.

 

And now, I get a freaking book that I’m supposed to read and do “homework” assignments because I’m a supervisor. Well, I don’t supervise anyone and I can’t make any decisions, why should I have to do homework? Do I really want to read Stephen Covey’s 8^th Habit book – NO! I don’t have time. I want to have time to get certified. I want to have technical letters after my name that mean something – that say I know what I’m doing. I want to be able to tell stupid technicians that they don’t have to talk down to me because I know what the hell they are saying. Now that means something. That means more than reading a book and doing homework in it. Like I have time for homework?

Maybe I should do the homework over doing the 7 freaking videos that have to be done by October 24^th with freaking pop-up boxes on one of them no less – that the same boss that can’t make a decision can’t seem to write!

Notes from a Holiday Weekend

First, thanks to geeka for sending me this wonderful article. I know that the PG won't ever read it or ever listen to it - but it is so my situation at the office each and every day! http://www.lifeclever.com/jason-fried-working-closely-together-aint-productive/

Now, a couple notes about the weekend:

1. I completed the Steelers/Gatorade 5K in record time ever. I walked mostly (but jogged a good bit) and finished in less than 45 minutes. The time was somewhere near 44:36, but I won't know until offical chip times are in.

2. My sister and her preacher-wanna-be-husband (PWBH) just visit to play wii anymore.

3. My sister has to be bigger than me by now. She is wearing clothes that I stopped wearing and they look awful on her.

4. How long after a wedding are you required to look at wedding things like it is important? My sister brought another "scrapbook" on Sunday and made me and my mom look at it. Plus, the next time we are supposed to see "the wedding video". I thought this would be over by now.

5. I'm sick of hearing the phrase "son of a motherless goose". PWBH just says that way too often and I'm really sick of it. It's a stupid phrase and it totally takes way too long to say it. PWBH thinks it's funny, but it's not - it's annoying.

6. Totals for the prayer - 2 Oh Lords, 4 Oh Gods, 1 Bless your children who are straying (that's me!), and 6 Almighties. Yes, prayer is now a game between me and my mom.

7. I had 5 emails Sunday night to remind me about the phone system at work needing to be changed over. Needless to say, I hardly slept at all on Sunday and I had crazy dreams all related to the damn phones. Thanks to the PG and Stinky to ruin my extra day off.

8. My scanner doesn't work with the Mac! Boo-hoo! More work to do at work. Groan!

Meme? Yep

After four really long days and one huge water main break that may make me wake up early if water isn't ok at work - I'm finally going to get to this Meme that Image Goddess tagged me with a while ago.

The Four Things Meme

Four Jobs I Have Had In My Life:
A Michael's Arts and Crafts Sales Associate (twice - once during undergrad and again when the school loans hit the mailbox!)
Van Driver for a disabilities organization
Toys R Us Cashier (during the Pokemon craze!)
Jack-of-All-Tech-Trades (that's the current one)

Four Places I Have Lived:
Pittsburgh
My Aunt's House in Pittsburgh
My Godparents House just outside of Pittsburgh
Work

Four of my favorite foods:
Sausage
Salsa
Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream
Doritos

Four Places I’d rather be right now:
Walt Disney World
New Orleans
Disney Cruise Line
Toronto

Four movies I can watch over and over:
While You Were Sleeping
Shawshenk Redemption
Any of the three Pirates movies
A Knight's Tale

Four TV shows I like to watch:
Las Vegas
Ugly Betty
Kyle XY
Clean House

Four websites I visit daily:
YouTube
Microsoft
Post Gazette
My work's webpage (it opens up automatically)

Four early musical influences:
Nelson
Madonna
New Kids on the Block
Annie, the musical

Four Computers I’ve Owned:
NEC desktop
Dell Desktop
laptop given to me from geeka
multiple and always changing selection from work now

So, I was guessing that I'm supposed to tag four people - how about two? Sorry, geeka. And, since I gave the whole outline of how I know geeka and Image Goddess - Steamed Puddings you are tagged.

When it rains - it pours

We've had water main breaks at work before. Usually it's not too bad.
Well, follow the link below for what I have had going on at work today.

It isn't bad enough that I have enough work to work the entire Holiday
Weekend -- but now, I can't get out of my building!

"More Raw Footage From Oakland Water Main Break - Video - WTAE
Pittsburgh" The link:
www.thepittsburghchannel.com/video/14013767/index.html?taf=pit

The water has sort of stopped now, but now there are huge chunks of road
broken off and all of the roads here are blocked. We have no way out!

Signs that your "Backup Person" shouldn't be your backup

I have a person who is supposed to be my backup person to network issues. She is supposed to step up and help me when things are not easy and when I can’t just simply do enough things to get things done. It’s actually a joke. It’s a big joke. Really, she doesn’t qualify has help. She doesn’t qualify as backup either. Here are just some ways that you can spot if someone shouldn’t be your backup:

 

1. They need directions with pictures on how to empty out the internet cache.
2. They need directions on how to hit the button that says “CLOSE” on a pop up box.
3. They write emails bashing the technical help desk and send it to the technician that they absolutely bash to pieces in the email and forget to send it to you.
4. They call helpdesk to have them reboot a server because they are afraid (even after they were given one-on-one training by a big-wig Microsoft trainer who knows the network personally).
5. They always offer to help but suddenly are “going to be late” on that day.
6. They don’t respond to important emails
7. They forget how to install printers.
8. They forget how to turn a computer off.
9. They forget that we have updates running automatically at night.
10. They forget to tell you when they have changed toner out so you don’t run out of toner.
11. They bitch about you behind your back.
12. They mess up changing a user’s password.
13. They tell people to go to them first with any problems.
14. They can’t install regular printers, but they can manage to install the color printer for their friends.
15. They install game software without seeing what they were installing.
16. They gave someone the secondary administrator password to a regular user who said they knew what they were doing.

 

 

Ways to Update My Resume

So, my wonderful CEO decided since I have a Masters in Social Work, I need to apply to be a Field Instructor. It’s a non-paid thing and it has an application a mile long. The hardest part is that I have to include a resume. I haven’t updated my resume in ages. But then, there hasn’t been much to update.

 

I can update my job title as here was my progression: Development Associate, Community & Technology Facilitator, Community & Technology Coordinator, and now Technology Coordinator. Wow, how exciting is that!

 

But then, I have to write what I do. So I guess I have to find a way to promote myself as being the technology slave in good terms that sound professional. I guess installing toner for the idiots who don’t know how to install it will be: Performing maintainence and upgrades to hardware. Then, when I have to clean the toner out of printers because someone has managed to break the toner that will be: Creatively enhances usability of hardware.

However, this is already getting boring to me. The easiest way to describe what I do is as slave.

Which leads me to the other gripe of the morning – and it has to do with the damn stress management class I have to go to. In class yesterday, she told us that we choice be pessimists and optimists and that we can control everything. However, I would say, when you entire job is to handle everyone’s problems and their pessimistic issues. I don’t get to hear “Oh this is working so well”. No, I only here “this doesn’t work” and “this never works” and “you never can get this to work right” and “you broke it again” and “you didn’t do this for me”. Yeah, I can really turn those kinds of things around. I wanted to tell this woman it’s a two way street – that if you get shit in, you are going to give shit out. That’s reality. That’s life. There is no way to make shit into floral potpourri!

I Should Be Working - Instead, I'll Blog

Since I haven't blogged a lot of late, I'm going to try to get back on track. It took Image Goddess to get me back on track, although I was reading hers and Geeka's blog almost every day. It was also knowing that someone else was reading my blog. It was a big shock to go to Steamed Puddings to find out that I was even mentioned. So, before you continue on, you might want to read how I was mentioned on Steamed Puddings first... because I'm going to answer how I am actually attached to Image Goddess and Geeka - so if there are more of you out there reading, you know the story.

Of course, we protect our identities. This isn't because we are scared (ok, well, we are sort of scared and if it gets known, our honesty might just drop off and then we would be boring). If I didn't protect my identity, I couldn't possibly talk about my boss the Pocket Gay or complain about my co-working Texxxxx-aas (think of it of how William Shatner says it in Ms. Congeniality).

Ok, back to how the trio of us know each other. Truth is, I've known Geeka since middle school. Yep - we were in chorus together in middle school and we are still friends now. All through middle school, high school, college, and multiple years of post-college education. But I must admit now, I am no longer an academic-minded person. I got my masters in social work (yeah, it makes no sense now...) and I got out into the workforce, working a technology-based job for a nonprofit that likes to give us a salary in peanuts. Through all of those years, Geeka has been there for trips to New Orleans, watching my dog, and all other crazy sorts of things. It has only been the last few years that she moved so close to me that we shout things to each other practically every other day.

It was from Geeka that I met Image Goddess. It was sort of a friend-of-a-friend thing until we had someone else in common - the same odd-Canadian PT guy when we were both hurt and partially cripple. One day, I was there, doing leg lifts for a bad right knee and I looked across the room and this girl looked like someone that I knew. I think we both had that thought, but it was Image Goddess who asked the odd-Canadian PT guy if it was me and then we got to spend a lot of time together in PT. (Between the two of us, I think we have a whole good body and a whole bad body). Image Goddess was there when I practically tried to shove the odd-Canadian PT guy's head in my crutches when he wouldn't let me off of them - and this was for when my LEFT knee went bad while fixing the right knee.

So, maybe I have answered some questions of how three of us know each other. Even though I may be sarcastic here, I'm even more sarcastic in real life - something that I am trying to fix - but that is a blog for another day.

So it ain't so ---

Your Score: Angelic

You scored 70 on cruelty!

Is that a halo above your head? Your cruelness is basically non-existant

Link: The Cruelty Test written by legend1979 on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Something has to be wrong on this test. This can't be right? I'm known as the techie bitch or or the bitch techie -- there is no way that I am angelic. Hell, I strive to be known as a witch and I made a personalized ring tone at work for my phone if the Wicked Witch saying I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!

Take the test... and find out how wrong it is!

Reaching a Goal

I've been so quiet of late and there are lots of things going on. There are things that I'm not sure that I'm ever going to post about and then there are other things. But then there is my goal that I finally reached. I've been doign Weight Watchers on and off for three years. We really started it three years ago at work and then they would quit at work. I didn't gain all the weight back, but I didn't really lose any more until it started back up at work. This past fall - enough was enough... I joined up outside of work - which was good because the work group this year was just awful, but that is another story. I thought I would be excited when I lost a total of 50 pounds. It was great and exciting, but it didn't seem as big as this goal. You know those scales at doctor's offices... you have that big weight at the bottom. It has been on a number that I hated so much - and it has been there forever. I know now the next time I go, it has to move down to a smaller number. Now that seems more exciting than a fifty pound total.