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Ugh. . .

It's weird that spammers are what bring me back here.  Mostly, it's so I can zap their comment spam, and then turn the spammed entry in question to a friends only post.  The funny thing is, it's a random selection of times in my life, reminding me of where I came from.  I almost wonder if I should in fact keep it wide open for that reason.

Anyway, not sure why else I'm posting here.  I read friends' posts, and use private posting to unleash some thoughts from time to time, but really, that's about it.  Hardly anyone reads this, and I have another outlet, Google+, for my actual thoughtful public discourse (Facebook is practically dead to me save for other people's birthdays, weddings and kids), but here I am.

So, what's the state of life right now?  Tired from driving 11+ hours yesterday home from Michigan.  It was a great visit, which I haven't always said about family, but it was a long time nonetheless.  Work has decided to make me a whipping boy right at this moment.  Did something break on the crappy turd pile that you are paid to polish?  Check.  Does it hold up everyone's work for the month, because this place is that flimsy, based on a boss who's not here anymore, but leaves his mark? Check.  Am I expected to work on two of those items, and forcing a good data model into matching a shitty one because nobody who pays the bills wants to recognize it?  Check.  And was I given a special super high priority project with no fucking requirements on top of all this?  Yep. 

Would this all be way easier if I wasn't tired, stuffed up to high hell from allergies, and worried about a party we're trying to throw at the end of the week, when the apartment is currently a fucking disaster zone?  Oh hell yes. 

On the up side, allergy meds. are an upper.  And there's free coffee.  And the work Christmas party is at the end of the week, with us having a shots party the night after.  So yeah, there's booze at the finish line.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to blow my fucking nose and stare at a database to figure out which fuckwad before me fucked up my fucking day.  As a note, the fucking idiot from the past is sometimes myself, six to nine months ago who didn't know that he was working with a fucked up system and made it more fucked up.

So, in closing. . .

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You're cool.  Fuck you!



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 26th, 2012 06:45 pm (UTC)
always nice to see you post. Ya... work sucked got better then bent me over last week.... ahh corp life
Nov. 29th, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I knew a few people were still hiding on here.

Turns out one of the crappy rush projects was delayed, so life is better. Corp. life definitely had it's nuttiness, but about half of what I have going on right now is a special version of crazy that appears to affect small companies. $CORPORATION ironically had a lot of legacy, but the up shot is, they really never pushed out half baked applications to replace working ones.

Now, the working one might have had to last on for years after it should've died, but I'm beginning to wonder if that's not actually better.
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