seriously, unless you live in DC, you have no right to complain about taxation without representation.
also, i really hope this protest involves the destruction of tea. because, quite frankly, someone had to pay good money for that tea, only to have it destroyed.
idiots.
yesterday:
today:
at first, i thought the gym was closed. as i was walking towards it, i saw two other people try to get in, but the doors were locked. luckily, someone let them in, and a third person walked up and went in on my way over there. but the place was DEAD. no one at the front desk to swipe my membership card, which luckily doesn’t need to happen for me to do anything. locker room, empty. i get to the main exercise floor and no one is there. absolutely no one. i have full run of the place. i hop on a stationery bike, do my thing. and i kid you not, during my hour on the bike, TWO people came in and used the fucking treadmill RIGHT BEHIND ME. there are literally dozens of treadmills to choose from in that place, and these motherfuckers chose THAT ONE. what the fuck, people? i’m not that pretty to look at, and i’m sure as hell not going to start a conversation with you. get your fucking co-dependent, i-need-to-be-near-other-people fix somewhere else.
dear lockheed martin:
please go eat a big bag of dicks. stop screwing around with paying my boss. i would like very much to get my paycheck.
fuck all you guys,
-me
I today I learned how it feels to do an rm -rf / on my system.
This happened and work, and luckily, it was my computer, and not one of the servers. And I wasn’t running as root.
But still.
Somehow…and believe, I’d love to know about that how…but somehow, my root folder (/) go into my Trash folder. (I’m using Gnome, BTW, so hence why I even have a Trash folder.) And I decided to empty my trash before shutting down the machine (today is the day we move back into our permanent offices).
Which suddenly caused a lot more items to go flying by than I would have suspected. After cancelling the process, I realize that my Desktop is now clear of anything useful, such as my files and links. And my shortcuts are gone. And then I find that quite a lot of my dot-files are gone.
*sigh*
So now I’m trying to recover from all of that. Luckily, few (if any) binaries were affected. So its more a matter of getting things set up the way I had them before. Sadly, I’ve lost my archived e-mails for last year. And the bulk of the work I had done on our password changing mechanism.
But hey, at least I’ve got my window again, so no more going crazy without natural light.
Dear Giant,
I often find myself buying coffee from you. You’re right across the street, and you’re not Starbucks. And hey, you’re pretty darn inexpensive, as well. (Especially when I’m being too damn lazy to brew my own coffee in my office.)
But for the love of bob, if you’re going to sell shitty, flavored coffees, PLEASE MARK WHICH FUCKING POTS HAVE SHITTY, FLAVORED COFFEE in them! Blech.
xoxoxoxoxo
-me
To the guy, who had to stop and not immediately make his right-hand turn, who said to me, as I passed by his car while crossing the street, “you could say ‘thanks’, dick!”, I say to you:
Thank you, twat. Thank you FOR OBEYING THE FUCKING TRAFFIC LAWS and NOT RUNNING ME OVER, while I CROSSED THE FUCKING STREET at a CROSSWALK with a WALK SIGNAL in my favor. Thank you.
Fucking Maryland drivers.
Reactions to the snow this morning:
*from approximately 15% of the population*
OMFG! water! from THE SKY!
and it FLOATS!
is this that RAPTURE thing they keep talking about?
my shoes hurt!
well, no matter what, i shall drive slow…FOR SAFETY!
*from the rest of the population*
DRIVE FASTER, YOU RETARDED, ABORTED MONKEY FOETUSES!
co-worker: “Hey, where’s the stuff I printed out?”
me: *blank stare*
co-worker: “I printed out a document earlier. It’s not here.”
me: “Oh, right. You were in here like one-and-a-half hours ago, waiting for the printer to warm up. Then it printed something, you took it, and left. I figured you were done with your transaction.”
co-worker: “Well, no…”
me: “But apparently not. Because an hour later, I went to print out a two-page document. The little printer icon on my desktop told me that printing had failed. That made me sad. The print spooler tries so hard, y’know?”
co-worker: ….
me: “Never mind that, though. I checked the printer, and it was out of paper. Annoying, yes. But easily fixable. So I searched for about 10 minutes to find some paper in this building. They hide it well. But eventually, I was victorious.
So I brought the paper back, loaded tray two with fresh leafs of bright, white paper. Closed the tray, and printing began almost immediately. ‘Joy,’ I think to myself. ‘Soon I will have my printout’.
Alas, it was not to be. Because it wasn’t my print job that was executing. It was the remainder of yours. I would approximate anywhere from 90 to 100 pages. I watched it print for quite a while.”
co-worker: “Great. Where is it?”
me: “I threw it in the big recycling bin out in the hallway.”
co-worker: “But why?! I needed that.”
me: “No, obviously you did not need that. Or else you would’ve taken the time to find some paper to finish your print job. I mean, surely you would have noticed that you were missing 100 pages of your document! Especially within an hour.”
co-worker: “But you can’t do that!”
me: “Why yes, yes I can. Do you want to know why?”
co-worker: …..
me: “Because FUCK YOU, that’s why.”
Ah, one whole week away from my office. It seems like a dream, now. And I’ve only been back for about two hours.
Already, three four phone calls, and one in-office meeting. 100+ e-mails to sort through.
And my favorite part: While I was gone, a request came in for a more specific web analysis report for a component. Now, normally, this is no big deal. I would get the request, set up the report, and process the data. It takes a couple of days. No big whoop, right?
Yes. Big whoop, indeed.
Two people, who know nothing about this whole process, managed to send an estimate in to our über-boss of 100 hours. And that it couldn’t possibly be finished until February 28th. Yay, brilliant. Even better, über-boss sends me an e-mail asking if the estimate was correct. What’s a guy to do? Support his “management chain”, and stick behind their fucking loopy estimate that they pulled out of their collective asses? Or give a realistic estimate that makes him look better in the eyes of the über-boss?
Yeah, you know what I did.
“I can get this done in about 1/3rd of the time. Do you know why? BECAUSE I AM AWESOME!”
And so after all of these phone calls, I can sum up the morning with this IM conversation with a co-worker:
[09:27] me: she is trying to manipulate the task so that it looks like it is close to 100 hours of work
[09:27] co-worker: heheh[09:27] co-worker: yeah, cuz’ she doesn’t want herself look bad by listening to T’s advice
[09:29] me: the best thing to do in that case?
[09:29] me: don’t take T’s advice!
Only six more hours to go.
Apparently it was Roe v. Wade day in DC. Or maybe it was March for Life.
Actually, it should just be Ugly, Retarded Hicks for Jesus day.
And I usually enjoy working downtown, when I get the opportunity. I can take Metro in, and not have to deal with traffic. I can wander around during my lunch break and get yummy food. All oddly relaxing for me, for some reason.
But not today.
Today, all I could find were large groups of people, holding up signs, espousing their beliefs. “Justice for all, born and unborn”. “Abortion stops a beating heart.” “Are you going to eat that cheeseburger?”
Seriously, shut the fuck up, people. Ain’t none of you need to be having any kids. Supernintendo Superintendent Chalmers had it right: “Class after class of ugly, ugly children.” We need to put a stop to this.
I’d like to take the time to go into a reasoned monologue about why abortion should be kept legal (as it should). But fucked if I want to right now. All of those hicks make me want to scrub my eyes with lye, just so I never have to see them again.