What do you do.....

When your in training and they jump up and tell you,"Oh, by the way, your training is done. Get to work." That was my scenario this morning. Needless to say I and my fellow abductees gave a resounding "Hell no! We won't go!" To say our training has been without direction is like saying water is wet. We managed to slow them down to the point where we actually did do some actual work but only with a experienced person right with us. Then afterwards we had one of the head trainers come in and try to give us the soap.

Sorry Nav, but don't try to feed blarney to the irish. We rejected his attempt to soft sell us on what "the expectations" were and told him in no uncertain terms what we needed, what we had not gotten and what expectations we had originally been given. Lets just say the man got an earful. But not a bitchy earful. He got a series of firmly stated declarations of what went wrong and how to fix it. Needless to say he tried to put in the old saws of "this is the way we do it here" and "our business partner says they want it done this way". Like hell. Give us what we want or watch your stats drop like an election writ.

Just gotta love it when you have to train a trainer in how to train.

Pain

It just sucks getting sick on the weekends. You look forward all week to spending time with the ones you love and you wind up wanting to give technicolour offerings to the porcelain god. At least the primary systems are coming back online. Just in time for work Monday. blah. No snow though, so at least the drive to work will not be complicated by idiots who think driving is a drag race or a demolition derby.

Playing with tinkertoys

Today, that is my job description. All I've done all day today is try to piece togeather busted pieces of crap that were not busted by me in the first place. Oh yah, and not only are we supposed to find the problem with these things and fix them, we are supposed to do it with 2 days of training on the units and zero parts. Thats right, zero, nada, zip, zilch. A whole big jumbo bag of squat all. Oh, and we are also supposed to do it while the rest of our screwdriver happy class kibitz's from the sidelines.

Then at lunch, I two, count 'em, two fun times for the price of one. First off I get to listen to a pair of immature little shits badmouth everyone else in the class except for me. Then after I got up to leave after they made plans to embarrass a fellow class mate I found that I could not even echat to the wife because all the computers in our lounge areas are either down or busy. This at an IT company. Blargh

You ever notice....

That the sky is eternal. The stars that shine down tonite are the same ones I gazed up at during wintery nights over 2 decades ago. Those distant suns, which may harbour brothers of mankind, shine on. Twinkling signposts on the ebon highway of space. Those lights shone down when you and I were undreamed of. They will shine down long after we are dust. All that matters is that we make a difference. Or, to quote Tennyson:


Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

New and Improved!

Yah, thats what they say. New and improved net tools for work. And what happens when you use them for the first time in a crunch situation? The thing implodes faster than a line of credit limit during a boxing day sale.

Sigh, just makes you wanna cry sometimes. The only thing that gives me any solace is knowing that when I get home the first I am gonna hear is "Daddy!" from the three year old. Of course, that is followed by the other half giving me a litany of what blew up, exploded or melted away with her day. Can't blame her though if she spent today lying around though. She finally managed to clean the disaster zone we call our living room. At least the boys at CBUB have been keeping me amused. Oh well, another 4.5 hours of work and then its home for more work. At least I have a home though.

Crazy land

Well, back again. Land of the crazies. Sitting in a darkened room waiting for someone to call saying "fix my damm printer you idjit!". Look buddy, I'm tech support, not the frickin fairy god-father. The only thing that makes it good is that today is payday. Oh waitaminit, all the money is spoken for cause of we have bills that add up to about twice my income. Just yummy.......