Work or suffering?

I don’t know, but I sure am tired. And not from working too hard mind you, from that most heinous of activities – reading. Damn, there’s a lot of reading going on at that place. You know how it’s a cool idea if your company has it’s own internal website – an intranet as such? Right, unless it’s actually the world’s largest collection of internal corporate webpages. Dammit man, it’s like reading Moby Dick, except at least in Moby Dick someone dies. Well, someone might die here and I think I know who it will be - the manager of the local Pizza Hut.

That short-sighted twit apparently decided to close the place down. It is right outside my building. I bet if it were open, I could smell the buffet. Umm, Pizza Slut Buffet. So instead we decided to walk approximately 231 nautical miles to Wendys. For those CAT folks reading this, you’d be amazed, a Wendys can actually be clean and fly-free! Of course, I walked this epic trek on a day like a Chicago nightmare with no jacket.

Yesterday went well. Apparently this was due in large part because I was not near a computer. Can you guess how many tech support personnel I talked with today? All of them. Well, at least anyway. The second time I got this one guy, he was like, “What, do you have my direct line or something?” Little does he know. Not only did I not have passwords, accounts and the like completely set up, I was also missing certain software.

And how many times do you think I had to Restart Windows? Worse, they have some super-booting script that not only loads 2gigs of RAM individually and runs Norton anti-virus on each line of text in every files I own, but also apparently confirms every recipe on the Julia Child’s website. This wasn’t too bad until I had a guy on the phone controlling my desktop via Netmeeting while the computer was trying to randomly auto-install active-desktop when the system crashed thereby not completing the install, hanging on a blank screen and simultaneously uninstalling Netmeeting.

I got to meet some of the tech support people in person. Who knew. The manager seemed like a nice guy though, but I don’t know why he had all those antacids. All I’m saying is that if they didn’t want me dialing in with that old laptop, they shouldn’t have left it there. And if they think I’m going to put up with that busted light fixture they’ve got another thing coming.