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Amazing Weekend Third Entry Stupid What If's Bonus Day Fear of Flying The Good, The Bad, The Pathetic, and The Pitiful Small Steps Results Today's Baby Steps Birthday Resolution Birthdays Valloween Relationships Oops The Best Game Expansion Thingy Ever Edges The Creeping Days CAKE Best Phone Call Ever Where's the broadcast Why? Bleargh Singular Passion Overheard Questions I'm Tired of Answering Disease Ghetto? Wasted Talent Yo-Yo King UnReality Lucidity Bad Starts Ah, Fudge! You are looking for what? Captain Liberty Drunk=Rranting Topsy-Turvy Tunnel of Righteousness Classmates.com Journal Test General Ideas The Party of the Century Car Wars Sense of Dread Active Stupid...or Memorex? Touch God, Baby And Now, On With the Show Isn't it absurd? Again?! Something's stirring Thanatopsis - Worst one yet. In The Dreamlands It's Time Surrender Nothing Will Be the Same? Doubtful. Party Planning The Ultimate Sell Out? Wants More Things I'd Like to Invent More Lottery Rambling Lottery Fever Things I'd Like to Invent Sceptre, Crown, and Spear Portical of Power Still Moving Moving Wet is Wet My Day of Protest The Great Flux TORG! Tired of Waiting Crushlink!!!! Planning Ahead Playing Catch Up Pathetic or Cool? Devil's Tower Dreams What are people searching for? What the @#*&! Square Peg Stop It More Griping About Work At The Movies Douglas Adams is Dead Drowned by Phlegm Sweaty Sickness Sharks Tech Call Damn, I'm hot VPN's, Dentists and Technology Pop Culture Dreams Cooking God, I'm tired Chthonic Hands and Smurfs Maelstrom of Ideas Writing Working Hard Welcome << The Stygian Labyrinth << Boufdot | 2/6/2002 Edges I've walked up to the edge and peered over. I am so close to quitting my job that it is scary. I've packed up my desk in a box so I can just grab and go. Today I'm going to identify all the personal files on the network and consolidate them into a file that can be deleted in one fail swoop. It is hard to describe why I am at this point. I think it is sort of like a death by a thousand cuts. Three years ago I was the receptionist for the company. I took the job because I really needed money. I then lobbied the company hard to put up a website and to allow me to administer it. I ended up in the IS department doing very little webwork (the company never consulted with me on the webhost, email, or any of the internet servives, now we are stuck with a faulty hosted email solution, a web host that is flakier than crusty shit, and the inability to roll out an effective intranet and extranets for our clients). My main task, instead of webwork, became managing the Business Management Database, a contact management application used to get business for the company. It is a 16 bit client designed fow Windows 3.11 and my company now wants it networkable from remote locations. Everyday I am asked to make the system do something else it isn't meant to do while I try to fix the thing that they wanted broke the day before. Meanwhile, of course, I am to still be The Tech Guy and solve everyone's computing needs. The most annoying thing is everyone wants to know WHY something happened. Why is my monitor kind of greenish? Why did my computer not shut down properly? To answer any one of these questions would normally require me to have a lot more education in this field than I have. And why's don't mean shit. I can fix it. I can replace a monitor, or reboot the machine. I can make it work again, and for me that is all that counts. I'm at that point that I have 5 projects with 5 different senior managers and they all call daily to check on my status. "Where are we on the RGO project?" We? We aren't anywhere, I am fucking behind because a) you keep calling, b)I don't want to do the project so I am procrastinating and c)I had two computers die and need to find replacements ASAP - and some dipshit in the company just got Windows XP and wants me to explain how they can run our Smarterm client on it so they can work from home. Why would I want to help anyone work from home when I have to drag my sorry ass into that horrid place day in and day out in order to take these dicks phonecalls from home asking me why the email server seems a bit slow today. My new mantra: you can't quit until you get a new job, you can't quit until you get a new job.
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