September 05, 2002 - 3:08 PM
You know what I wanna be?
A strapper.
Not a stripper - a STRAPPER.
Horses.
Love 'em. Adore 'em.
Unfortunately I'm also allergic to them.
So there goes that idea.
But it's nice to dream.
Then I was thinking about paelio...pealia... poela... digging up dinosaur bones. Yes! Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, I wanted to be a diggerupperer of old bones. I was fascinated by the subject. There was a time that I knew a huge handful of dinosaur names, including really hard to pronounce ones as well. Now? Triceratops (which is still my favourite due to a very old anime cartoon which I still cry during the ending at), T-Rex, Brontosaur and... Baldy is about all I can remember.
Barney doesn't count.
I used to be good at naming them. I miss that. I wish I still had some of my old source books. I'd love to start learning about it all over again. But then again that just turns into pipe dreams. I don't have the money to learn. Sure, I go to the library and pick up an armful of books, but there's only so much you can read before the library runs out of stuff to give you or you lose the want to keep reading.
Both happened to me.
I was at an impasse. Either the books were too childish or too technical and the one's that were somewhere in the middle were too few and far between.
Today has just been a not good day. Thats basically it.
If I were my boss, I'd fire my arse - and everyone elses as well - and then I'd resign because RF is just too fucking stupid.
He's a man that doesn't listen at all. Not one word you say get's processed correctly. He suffered from MSS. Mismanagement Stacking Syndrome - not to be confused with that other nasty MS.
This is how it works; Managers cannot process more than two levels of information. Add anything to the pea-sized space of their brains and they suffer an information overload.
For example:
Tell RF that a client needs a credit, he's fine. Tell him that you need a couple hours off, he's fine. Tell him that the server has just gone down and he needs to contact the Sydney office to check it out?
He'll come out with something like "a client's taking the day off to go surfing in Sydney while he waits for his credit".
HUH?
My point exactly.
And now the fucking fuckity-fuck is offloading the new guy onto me. I can here him talking.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE THAT!!
I can't get any work done when he does that - let alone any writing! I have to explain everything and I can't go into recovery mode when there's people watching every single thing I am doing.
He is the fucking supervisor, he should fucking supervise!!!!!
I had such high hopes for this entry too.
*sighs*
Here he comes...
