I'm not bitter. All techs taste like that.

For some reason lately, I'm finding more and more reasons to be full of angst and hate, and I'm not entirely sure where it's coming from. I'm being incredibly critical of everyone I come across, instead of just being harder on myself than everyone else tells me I should be.







(You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be.)

My patience for listening to the same problems over and over again is practically nonexistent, whether socially or at work. You're having the exact same problem now as you do every x number of days/weeks/months? Don't you remember how it was resolved last time? You do? Oh, you don't want a solution or suggestion. You just want to rant. Gotcha. Ok. In that case, tell me you're simply ranting and that nothing I say unless it's 100% supportive (even if I think you're wrong) will be tolerated. Sitting back watching self-destructive behavior in a continuous loop will make anyone batty. You don't like your life, but when someone suggests you change what's making you unhappy, you balk. Call me a hypocrite if you want. I know I'm not innocent of this. I'm working on that.


(Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed.)

Unique calls at work are so few and far between that all my customers blend together and I no longer care what kind of inconvenience your broken computer is causing. My empathy towards people who can't afford to pay for the service or just plain don't want to is gone. You can't physically accomplish what I'm asking you to do? Call back when you have someone there to help. Your funds are limited and you can't buy more time now? Call back after your next paycheck. I'm not giving you subpar service because of your physical or financial limitations; I'm thinking of the other customers who are waiting 45 minutes to talk to a human because my coworkers can't seem to stick to the company policies. I'm treating you exactly the same as every other customer. No freebies, no coddling. Being disabled or broke doesn't entitle you to special treatment.

(Oh so many ways for me to show you how you dogma has abandoned you.)

So many people are offering unsolicited advise and trying to force their ideas and viewpoints on me that I swear to all that is holy - and quite a few things that aren't - that I'm going to snap. My anxiety has been in check for months. That has gone entirely out the window in the last couple weeks with all the impending changes. I know that I need to get out of this basement. That's all I've heard for the last 10 months, and I'm working on it. Everyone who knows my living situation is very vocal that I need to change it, and that I need to do it THEIR way, not mine. The Flanders, telling me that we need to stay until our debt is taken care of (indefinitely). Coworkers hounding me about moving into their apartment complex that's farther away and frankly, not a very nice place. I'm not even getting started on the fact that I was forced to register to vote in this state, despite not having any documentation to prove that I am in fact eligible to vote. So I'm registered, but that's not going to do me any good to show up to the polls since I can't prove who I am, or where I live.

Quiz Time!

The "How well do I know my significant other" quiz.

1. Sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Malcolm in the Middle, King of the Hill, Spin City, Family Guy, or Walker: Texas Ranger

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does s/he get on her/his salad?
Generally, Ranch.

3. What's one food s/he doesn't like?
Cottage cheese, and olives. Not together. Even as separate entities they're squick-worthy

4. You go out to the bar. What does s/he order?
Whiskey and coke during open bar, Crown Royal Manhattan afterwards.

5. Where did s/he go to high school?
Several different high schools in Penfield/Webster/Rochester NY.

6. What size shoe does s/he wear?
12 Mens.

7. If s/he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Books. Specifically, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

8. What is her/his favorite type of sandwich?
Roast beef and corned beef from DiBella's. (What, exactly, is corned beef anyway?"

9. What would this person eat every day if s/he could?
Anything that doesn't move fast enough to avoid the human garbage disposal.

10. What is her/his favorite cereal?
Coffee and either cereal or bagel, with a variety of toppings.

11. What would s/he never wear?
Polo shirts. All I have to say to explain that one is "Catholic school."

12. What is her/his favorite sports team?
Linux. (If you have to ask, you really don't know him.) - I'm totally cheating and keeping Tracie's answer here.

13. Who will s/he vote for?
Obama

14. Who is her/his best friend?
Me? Rob is probably a very close second.

15. What is something you do that s/he wishes you wouldn't do?
Volunteer him to do things I know he won't want to do... Like socializing with people I know he doesn't like.

16. How many states has s/he lived in?
One. Unless we're counting mental states.

17. What is her/his heritage?
Dad's side is Polish, Mom's is both Celtic and Polish.

18. You bake her/him a cake for her/his birthday; what kind of cake?
He's more likely to want Cake Batter ice cream.

19. Did s/he play sports in high school?
No.

20. What could s/he spend hours doing?
Video games, fark.com, or lost in a book.




How'd I do?

*blink blink*

Life is crazy. Work is crazier.

Someone decided it would be a good idea to have the entire support staff go to meetings at the same time, leaving no one to run the mod desk, so I got volunteered to do it.

The mod desk can be really chaotic with questions coming at you from literally 18 different directions at once, answering the BAT phone, and taking supervisor calls. They couldn't have picked a calm time of day to have this meeting either. This was the time of day when we have 45 minute wait times to speak to a human, and people asking things like "how do I flash the bios without scewing up the RAID 1 configuation?"

On top of all that, there was a new-hire orientation today, but no training class to put the trainees into, so I also got to babysit the n00b. I think they may be trying to kill me.

< /rant>

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