Baddaybaddaybaddaybadday...!
Sep. 23rd, 2003 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgAnd it started off well, too. Until I left home.
I got nailed by a cop for expired registration, not having my current insurance information with me and a cracked windshield.
I'm driving the POS truck. Cop had ran the plates and wondered where I was going - he said as much! Everything still had the Ontario address on them - well, yeah. Paying the registration, changing the addresses and so forth was a task for the next couple of weeks. I can take one day off to do it all, as I have to renew my license too. But nooooo, I have to do it now because he had a quota to meet. Or something. Less than a block down the road after he finished with me, he'd tagged someone else. You go, Joe. *rolls eyes*
So now I have a court date in late October. For a fix-it ticket and a fine of less than $10. Whatever.
So I get to work. Not in the best frames of mind. Wouldn't have mattered much, everything was pimped over. We'd migrated to a new server over the weekend - remember? It's turned into a huge bug hunt - just how many I found today was bad enough. They're all mission critical, terribly time consuming to resolve...and none of them fixed by the end of the day. I have a long list (and getting longer) of automated tasks that are now being done by hand. Why? Because a software vendor knows they can get away with it - and I swear, we're paying a maintenance contract just to become their beta testers!
Boss is going to have words with them tomorrow. Me, I hope nothing else breaks.
They rode me hard and put me away wet, Mommy.
Dumb stuff. Stupidly dumb stuff. No documentation. When some arrives, it doesn't match what we've been given during the tech support calls. And doesn't work.
The best part is we waited two years for this upgrade. *rolls eyes*
I'm so glad I brought lunch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten anything. *snarls*
I expect more tomorrow. I am carrying the citation with me everywhere I drive the POS.
But it gets better. Mom calls me this morning - I needed to verify if she was turning 80 next year or not. Turns out not, she'll only be 79. So my plans for a huge family reunion will have to wait another year. I'd talked to Sis about it - she wants to do it in Hawaii.
uuuuuuh sure.
But Mom was talking about shoes. My absolutely-good-for-nothing-waste-of-space nephew needs shoes. It's a weak moment. I say sure, and call my older brother. The one who lives in close proximity to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverkun and crew. A supremely weak moment. I tell him I plan to be in the area in December. I also obtain the phone number to dingleberry-dumbshit nephew's twin brother in Redding. I make a command decision. If I am going to do jack shit for this idiot who treats my older brother like meadow muffins, I am going to do it for all of his siblings first. Whether they need it or not. Ug, I have spoken.
I am such an idiot. I have now talked myself into the shoe order from hell.
I adore my older brother.
As much as I distrust women - and I keep getting reminded why when I deal with Sis - there are few times when my older brother gives me nothing but the warm fuzzies. I needed warm fuzzies today and got them. He was working late when I called him at his office - so was I - and he actually sounded excited about Dickensfair, which has to be a new one. And he asked after Jim, which pleases me.
I also spoke to Sis too. *shakes head* More surgery tomorrow. All that silicone oil left a huge cataract they are taking out tomorrow, replacing with an IOL - but the last sonogram showed some lifting of the retina. But at least she told me herself without me prompting or getting it around the bush from Mom. She's looking forward to the Versed. I would be too. This is the part I don't rationalize well. You do your time. You're a good, obedient patient and you do the work. This shouldn't be like playing the lottery to see if you get what you came for - okay?
But it is. Cross your fingers and think good thoughts. Not much else has worked right today.
I need to call home and talk to little brother. Just because.
I've been fed, fetted and given chocolate and toys to play with. I'm okay.
I am also so tired and angry over everything I could cry right now. That, or claw your eyes out. If you're the software company.
Good thing I wasn't going to AWA - I'd have been called back for this crap. It's narsty. Soooooooo narsty.
Someone have a good time for me, willya?
I got nailed by a cop for expired registration, not having my current insurance information with me and a cracked windshield.
I'm driving the POS truck. Cop had ran the plates and wondered where I was going - he said as much! Everything still had the Ontario address on them - well, yeah. Paying the registration, changing the addresses and so forth was a task for the next couple of weeks. I can take one day off to do it all, as I have to renew my license too. But nooooo, I have to do it now because he had a quota to meet. Or something. Less than a block down the road after he finished with me, he'd tagged someone else. You go, Joe. *rolls eyes*
So now I have a court date in late October. For a fix-it ticket and a fine of less than $10. Whatever.
So I get to work. Not in the best frames of mind. Wouldn't have mattered much, everything was pimped over. We'd migrated to a new server over the weekend - remember? It's turned into a huge bug hunt - just how many I found today was bad enough. They're all mission critical, terribly time consuming to resolve...and none of them fixed by the end of the day. I have a long list (and getting longer) of automated tasks that are now being done by hand. Why? Because a software vendor knows they can get away with it - and I swear, we're paying a maintenance contract just to become their beta testers!
Boss is going to have words with them tomorrow. Me, I hope nothing else breaks.
They rode me hard and put me away wet, Mommy.
Dumb stuff. Stupidly dumb stuff. No documentation. When some arrives, it doesn't match what we've been given during the tech support calls. And doesn't work.
The best part is we waited two years for this upgrade. *rolls eyes*
I'm so glad I brought lunch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten anything. *snarls*
I expect more tomorrow. I am carrying the citation with me everywhere I drive the POS.
But it gets better. Mom calls me this morning - I needed to verify if she was turning 80 next year or not. Turns out not, she'll only be 79. So my plans for a huge family reunion will have to wait another year. I'd talked to Sis about it - she wants to do it in Hawaii.
uuuuuuh sure.
But Mom was talking about shoes. My absolutely-good-for-nothing-waste-of-space nephew needs shoes. It's a weak moment. I say sure, and call my older brother. The one who lives in close proximity to
silverkun and crew. A supremely weak moment. I tell him I plan to be in the area in December. I also obtain the phone number to dingleberry-dumbshit nephew's twin brother in Redding. I make a command decision. If I am going to do jack shit for this idiot who treats my older brother like meadow muffins, I am going to do it for all of his siblings first. Whether they need it or not. Ug, I have spoken.I am such an idiot. I have now talked myself into the shoe order from hell.
I adore my older brother.
As much as I distrust women - and I keep getting reminded why when I deal with Sis - there are few times when my older brother gives me nothing but the warm fuzzies. I needed warm fuzzies today and got them. He was working late when I called him at his office - so was I - and he actually sounded excited about Dickensfair, which has to be a new one. And he asked after Jim, which pleases me.
I also spoke to Sis too. *shakes head* More surgery tomorrow. All that silicone oil left a huge cataract they are taking out tomorrow, replacing with an IOL - but the last sonogram showed some lifting of the retina. But at least she told me herself without me prompting or getting it around the bush from Mom. She's looking forward to the Versed. I would be too. This is the part I don't rationalize well. You do your time. You're a good, obedient patient and you do the work. This shouldn't be like playing the lottery to see if you get what you came for - okay?
But it is. Cross your fingers and think good thoughts. Not much else has worked right today.
I need to call home and talk to little brother. Just because.
I've been fed, fetted and given chocolate and toys to play with. I'm okay.
I am also so tired and angry over everything I could cry right now. That, or claw your eyes out. If you're the software company.
Good thing I wasn't going to AWA - I'd have been called back for this crap. It's narsty. Soooooooo narsty.
Someone have a good time for me, willya?
