I am a: Quirky sysadmin. Geek. Gamer. Comic fangirl. My little space, my home on the interwebs. I blog about personal stuffs, work, various coding projects, and anything else I feel like.

… ‘cuz I sure as hell don’t … *sigh*

The webserver at work is still freaking out, and I swear Jim hasn’t slept since it decided to go on a mental walkabout last week. I’ve spent the last two days returning phone calls to people who are too stupid to realize that having no webserver means having no email either and that they should STOP TRYING TO SEND FREAKIN’ EMAILS!

The calendar on my desk says it’s Tuesday, but I swear it’s Monday. It’s a conspiracy I tell you!

We had a new crisis happen at work, a guy in the multimedia department was hauled off by the cops just before lunch. He’s not what I would call a close friend or anything, but his department and mine meet once a week for a friendly lunch at a favorite Mexican joint in Alabaster.

We were all called in to the owner’s office for an “emergency meeting” regarding this person and his position. Apparently he was busted for selling pot. :shock: It’s funny, he struck me as the type who most likely smoked, but never one who DEALT IT! :???:

Everyone’s acting so shocked about the matter, but when I brought up the fact that he plays Steel Panthers: World at War every day (nearly all day!) and generally slacks about, suddenly I’m the cold-hearted bitch who’s “kicking him under the bus.” Nevermind the fact that he bitched in meetings about not having time to finish his work, yet he had time to goof off every day (and apparently on weekends too!), and play computer games on the company workstations.

I’m not completely heartless. I feel bad for the guy. I like him, he was pretty cool to hang around with in general. We shared similar tastes in music and movies. He and Jim got along great. But I hated working with the guy because he was a slacker, and even when he *did* work, I would have to go behind him and re-do a lot of his work. I have a hard enough time doing MY job, much less mine and someone else’s!

On a completely pointless and obscure note, I got a little pissed off earlier. Something that I had shared in confidence some time ago (with a coupla parties whom I had trusted) had apparently been leaked and was posted in a public forum. I know exactly what I told and to whom, and no one is copping up to it. Maybe I overreacted to it. I had mod status on said forum and had the thread deleted. This pissed the forum owner off.

I’m on a roll, let’s see who else I can piss off …

Getting back to the work thing … it’s looking like we will not get Thursday off. Now that the multimedia department is short … actually, “short” doesn’t even cover it … I like “detrimentally truncated” … anyways, they are now in deeper shit than they were before, so guess whose department now needs to come to the rescue?

It ain’t Superman that’s for damned sure …

I’m tired, I’m cranky, I’m PMS’ing, … and I’m OUT OF CHOCOLATE!

… and there’s a Dairy Queen 10 minutes from me. Can you say large M&M Blizzard with extra M&M’s, hot fudge, reese’s, and made with chocolate ice cream instead of vanilla?

Yeah, me too.