My mood as of late can best be described as melancholy. To say the least two weeks’ notice tends to change one perspective and also lends to far too much time to think about, well everything. This mixed with a general sense of not really giving a shite about too much other than doing nothing, yet becoming increasingly bored at the aspect of doing nothing. It’s a fun ride really, it leaves me feeling kind of detached from everything around me. These little mental holidays are good for everyone and I highly recommend you take one sometime soon. I’m going to list out a few examples, normally these following scenarios would either tend to piss me off or fill me with dread and anxiety.
The new house and moving: At this point the Missus and I have so much repacking and getting ready to move to do (of which we have done pretty much nothing) that usually I’d be stressed to no end that we haven’t really bothered. WE are both really psyched about the new house and can’t wait to get into it, but I think the apartment we are in is some kind of mystic hall of dread that prevents either of us from getting down to getting to work on packing it back up. Now I know that the Missus and I being sicker than sin the past few weeks has played a part in this as well, but it is very rare that both of us are totally unmotivated to do something that needs doing at the exact same time. I take the blame for this, my personality tends to be infectious, I’ve inspired acts of great motivation and commitment to damn near lost causes in my time, but I’ve also lead may an unwary traveler down the road of doom and despair. I’m sure I will snap out of it fairly soon, I always do. But for now I’m just enjoying the mental holiday.
The Job: PLEASE! I’m on two weeks’ notice, to think I’m even going to think about really working is just plain crass. If UMC taught me anything at all it was indeed, Do NOT get emotionally involved with the job or the people you work with. Don’t get me wrong you sort of need work friends to survive your daily torture at work. One or two good folks to commiserate with over a tasty beverage, a needed cigarette or occasionally large amounts of fermented tasty beverage. As to the emotional connection to the job itself, it’s a hard thing not to do, you always end up putting a bit of yourself into your work and we all have issues with loss in our lives *Think of all the cool toys you had as a kid, where the hell did my Lincoln Logs go anyway?*
So I’m in game (EQ2) last night playing me Fury alt when I get a tell to join a raid. I figure what the hell, not doing too much at the moment. So I make the pretty long run from Freeport to the back ass end of Feerrott for this raid taking place in a special instance of Cazic Thule. So there we are waiting around (pretty typical) for the raid to get its collective shite together, 30 minutes turns to 45 then on to better than an hour and the raid leader decides we have waited long enough and we finally go in. Now while we were waiting around the raid talked about who was Main Tank, Main Assist and that lewt rules we NBG (Need Before Greed). This particular instance is sort of a jack pot of named mobs (14 in total) and we started out pretty strong (this is typical too, a good raid maintains it all the way through) hitting mobs and taking em down, watching with keen interest at what dropped off these slain foes; I’m sure my fellow raiders were taking note of this as well. We fight on and start to get down to the last few named mobs and things are just falling apart. Folks tend to lose focus in a long raid but we had only been at it about an hour and a half, so it was kind of silly that some of these folks were falling short. So a very long story later we are at the point of saying uncle, just about everyone in the raid was broken on armor and no one other than myself seemed to have a repair kit or back up gear (been merc raiding for awhile now and expect very little from those putting on the raid). So we call the raid over and now comes the everyone standing around to see what lewts are to be had. Well the raid leader is just standing around while everyone is calling for lewt rolls. He says “what lewt?” This is when everyone starts listing what dropped and what they wanted. Being a crafter I was keen on a few of the rare materials that dropped. What it came down to is, the raid leader (also the leader of his guild I believe) proclaims that none of the rares are available he is keeping them all, that out of the 10 masters that dropped only two of them were up for rolls as the rest could be used by his guild, none of the weapons or armor could be rolled on, but the 20 some Adept I books could be (this is usually considered vendor trash). Needless to say many of the folks in the raid were pissed off (This was a PUG [Pick Up Group]raid) I stood there thinking about it for a minute, I got an outrageous amount of exp debt and a very big repair bill from being totally broken on 2 sets of armor. I just kept thinking I should be mad, I should be sending this asshat tell after tell about what an asshat he actually is, but somehow it just didn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game; nothing more than pixels. I called back to my home town and repaired, checked my broker; I had made damn near the exact amount I just spent to repair. All in all the night was a wash; basically it was as if I had never logged on. The true reality of the time sink that this game is hit me. While I still want to play and do look forward to it after a day at work, it just seemed to not matter as much anymore. I was feeling bad about game as of late. The Order is just a little guild, I like it that way; but I cannot for the life of me understand why the current members hang around. We try to put events together but either not enough folks to go or folks are busy doing their own thing. I guess this is OK, doesn’t matter too much to me if they are happy with the current state of affairs who am I to question why they stay. So all in all, these things would at any other time really bother me and weigh on my mind. As of late it just doesn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game.
So there it is playmates, no big message, no moral to the story and really not much point to the post other than remembering that once in a while it’s OK to just generally say fuck it to everything in life. I’m not advocating it as a lifestyle; nihilists kind of piss me off. Apathy usually really pisses me off, but there are times when we all need the mental holiday. I still highly suggest the trip.
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care
‘I Don’t Care’ by Ramones
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
NO! For The 13th Time
Yeah - NO! Which part of NO didn't you understand? N or O?
Sigh! It's always a best effort when you are on notice with your current employer, they pretty much know your a short timer just marking time, yet they always try to slide one in on you. I guess I can't blame them, USUALLY it never hurts to ask, but when your dealing with someone like myself; the answer will most likely make your head hurt.
Through a supream series of cluster fucks and lack of giving a shit on the part of others a problem at work has gone unattended to for about 2 weeks now. Now I know full well that the problem is a matter of import, not that the world will end, the user is making due; but it should be taken care of. Yesterday the problem was to be taken care of by our floater team while out in the far reaches replacing machines. Well it got forgotten and thus pushed off again. My boss sends me an email, like I'm going to do something about it. Normally I wouldn't blow off work stuff but let's get real here. It's a 3 hour drive one way to get to this users site, it should only take 30 minutes to fix the problem (if our theroies are correct)then 3 hours to drive back, day done user taken care of game over. Most folks would jump at the chance to blow off a whole work day and get paid to only do 30 minutes worth of work. The problem once again is the drive. To get to the site at a resonable hour to get the work done as well as have extra time incase it doesn't go as planned one would have to leave at 5:00 a.m. meaning I'd have to be up at 4:00 a.m. I stopped being a morning person a long time ago. Anyway if all goes well that puts one out at the site at about 8:00/8:30 lets say all went well and your out the door by 10:30, stop for a bit of lunch (or in my case drive thru and eat on the road - stopping for lunch with a long drive ahead makes me cranky) So now I'm looking at about 1:30 to 2:00 p.m. before I'm back in town, then another 30 minutes drive back to my house which i had already passed on my way back into town. So let's call it at 2:30 p.m. I'm back home. Normally I'm off at 4:30 p.m. and home by 5:00 p.m. So this little bit of fun has cut 2 1/2 hours off my normal day, right? WRONG! Quitting time is 4:30 p.m. doesn't matter that I was in at 5:00 a.m. (a full 3 hours before my usual start time). So here in lies the problem, make the blitz to get back to the office so I'm not fighting road fatigue or retruning to the office and trying to suffer through 2 1/2 hours of trying to look busy. Since overtime is not paid, your reward for all of this is comp time, 3 hours worth. But you can not leave early on that day. So say you take it as go in 3 hours late (bad deal the world comes unglued first thing in the morning)or leave 3 hours early. I know your saying none of this sounds bad. BUT...
Look at it from this senario (if I were staying, now that I'm leaving it's sort of moot)I've wasted a whole day doing this run, plus another that must be done as part of the usual routine. Two days worth of driving with nothing to look at a mind numbing experiance. So far now we have gained 6 hours of comp time for these two runs. Pretty much a day off. But now consider I've been away from my primary duty for 2 days to make the runs, then pretty much take another day off in comp time. Still sounds pretty good good huh, only having to work 2 out of 5 days in the week. Yeah guess your right it is pretty sweet, except you've lost 3 days from your primary duties that have dead lines which do not change because you were out doing something else or taking comp time. A twist to the tale! So yeah I've had projects and what not miss their deadlines and while everyone says no big deal at the time, you know when you sit down for your review that you are gonna get hosed for missing deadlines.
Yeah yeah so what makes my job so different from anyone elses? Not much really but do you clock over 700 miles a week in drive time and then your expected to do your normal 80 hour work week in roughly 2 days? I don't know about you but I'm just not in the mood to end up as road kill on some eastern Colorado streatch of highway because I'm totally shagged out and stressed out.
So to the point of my post (knew it was coming didn't ya), with all of the above in mind and only 6 more working days on my current job. my boss comes to me and basically asks me to make 3 of the above runs in my remaining 6 days. which would boil down to doing one a day next week Mon, Tues and Wed (this week is shot getting things in order for my replacement). So with my math that would be 3 times the chance to end up as road kill BUT 9 hours of comp; Thursday is my last day (8 hours)so I get jabbbed for a free hour of time. Now if it were your last week would you do it? Not me brother, so all i could possibly say was... NO! for the 13th time.
Heaven help the man that said,
"Help me, I think I'm dead,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But then he didn't speak up
so we buried him 6ft underground,
so what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
Don't talk to him about life and death,
we know a part but he knows the rest.
Hat's off to the man that said he could,
when he couldn't.
But he didn't get away with it,
never hurt anybody but his face did fit
the frame in which he was set up.
Running out of time, running out of luck.
So what on earth did he think his mouth was for --- ?
Don't talk to him about truth and lies,
if he's 6ft tall he's half the size.
And damn the man that said he was right, (I'm right)
(not quite)
Hairy arms and sweaty palms
never had no trouble turning on the charms.
Heaven help the man that said,
"I know it's in my head,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But I know what's mine's me own,
and what's your's is mine.
And I'M telling you NO,
no, for the 13th time
NO! For the 13th Time - The Wonder Stuff
Sigh! It's always a best effort when you are on notice with your current employer, they pretty much know your a short timer just marking time, yet they always try to slide one in on you. I guess I can't blame them, USUALLY it never hurts to ask, but when your dealing with someone like myself; the answer will most likely make your head hurt.
Through a supream series of cluster fucks and lack of giving a shit on the part of others a problem at work has gone unattended to for about 2 weeks now. Now I know full well that the problem is a matter of import, not that the world will end, the user is making due; but it should be taken care of. Yesterday the problem was to be taken care of by our floater team while out in the far reaches replacing machines. Well it got forgotten and thus pushed off again. My boss sends me an email, like I'm going to do something about it. Normally I wouldn't blow off work stuff but let's get real here. It's a 3 hour drive one way to get to this users site, it should only take 30 minutes to fix the problem (if our theroies are correct)then 3 hours to drive back, day done user taken care of game over. Most folks would jump at the chance to blow off a whole work day and get paid to only do 30 minutes worth of work. The problem once again is the drive. To get to the site at a resonable hour to get the work done as well as have extra time incase it doesn't go as planned one would have to leave at 5:00 a.m. meaning I'd have to be up at 4:00 a.m. I stopped being a morning person a long time ago. Anyway if all goes well that puts one out at the site at about 8:00/8:30 lets say all went well and your out the door by 10:30, stop for a bit of lunch (or in my case drive thru and eat on the road - stopping for lunch with a long drive ahead makes me cranky) So now I'm looking at about 1:30 to 2:00 p.m. before I'm back in town, then another 30 minutes drive back to my house which i had already passed on my way back into town. So let's call it at 2:30 p.m. I'm back home. Normally I'm off at 4:30 p.m. and home by 5:00 p.m. So this little bit of fun has cut 2 1/2 hours off my normal day, right? WRONG! Quitting time is 4:30 p.m. doesn't matter that I was in at 5:00 a.m. (a full 3 hours before my usual start time). So here in lies the problem, make the blitz to get back to the office so I'm not fighting road fatigue or retruning to the office and trying to suffer through 2 1/2 hours of trying to look busy. Since overtime is not paid, your reward for all of this is comp time, 3 hours worth. But you can not leave early on that day. So say you take it as go in 3 hours late (bad deal the world comes unglued first thing in the morning)or leave 3 hours early. I know your saying none of this sounds bad. BUT...
Look at it from this senario (if I were staying, now that I'm leaving it's sort of moot)I've wasted a whole day doing this run, plus another that must be done as part of the usual routine. Two days worth of driving with nothing to look at a mind numbing experiance. So far now we have gained 6 hours of comp time for these two runs. Pretty much a day off. But now consider I've been away from my primary duty for 2 days to make the runs, then pretty much take another day off in comp time. Still sounds pretty good good huh, only having to work 2 out of 5 days in the week. Yeah guess your right it is pretty sweet, except you've lost 3 days from your primary duties that have dead lines which do not change because you were out doing something else or taking comp time. A twist to the tale! So yeah I've had projects and what not miss their deadlines and while everyone says no big deal at the time, you know when you sit down for your review that you are gonna get hosed for missing deadlines.
Yeah yeah so what makes my job so different from anyone elses? Not much really but do you clock over 700 miles a week in drive time and then your expected to do your normal 80 hour work week in roughly 2 days? I don't know about you but I'm just not in the mood to end up as road kill on some eastern Colorado streatch of highway because I'm totally shagged out and stressed out.
So to the point of my post (knew it was coming didn't ya), with all of the above in mind and only 6 more working days on my current job. my boss comes to me and basically asks me to make 3 of the above runs in my remaining 6 days. which would boil down to doing one a day next week Mon, Tues and Wed (this week is shot getting things in order for my replacement). So with my math that would be 3 times the chance to end up as road kill BUT 9 hours of comp; Thursday is my last day (8 hours)so I get jabbbed for a free hour of time. Now if it were your last week would you do it? Not me brother, so all i could possibly say was... NO! for the 13th time.
Heaven help the man that said,
"Help me, I think I'm dead,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But then he didn't speak up
so we buried him 6ft underground,
so what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
Don't talk to him about life and death,
we know a part but he knows the rest.
Hat's off to the man that said he could,
when he couldn't.
But he didn't get away with it,
never hurt anybody but his face did fit
the frame in which he was set up.
Running out of time, running out of luck.
So what on earth did he think his mouth was for --- ?
Don't talk to him about truth and lies,
if he's 6ft tall he's half the size.
And damn the man that said he was right, (I'm right)
(not quite)
Hairy arms and sweaty palms
never had no trouble turning on the charms.
Heaven help the man that said,
"I know it's in my head,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But I know what's mine's me own,
and what's your's is mine.
And I'M telling you NO,
no, for the 13th time
NO! For the 13th Time - The Wonder Stuff
Monday, February 25, 2008
Read it
Right, so as I am the author of this little blog I really don't go back and read it. Shame on me as comments have been left and those folks have gone unacknowledged. So with all of that in mind I corrected the old email address to my current one (grebo13@gmail.com)
Not only have I been lax in writing here, but I've let contact with good friends slip away. If nothing else they diserve a "Hey, how's it going" every now and then. It just seems weird to do that when we don't see one another on a daily basis like we did when we were all the same crew. So to answer Bitsie's comment, CHEERS! You escaped our mental hell. A bond was formed amoungst the old crew, we were faced with odds that no one should be expected to deal with. Hope you and the Missus are doing well, drop us a line or two, be good to hear from ya again.
Tryvad - As always a class act my friend, really in light of many things were it not for you, Gemful and Ripclaw I'd have most likely given in and believed that one can not have real friends from an on line game.
Lindar - Still one of the most thick headed intelligent people I've ever associated with. Things in life are not always what they seem, and we can get wrapped up into our own thoughts and ideas and lose sight of a friend. You have alot of passion for what you believe in, and as you can clearly see; sometimes to the annoyance of others. Never stop being you, friends disagree, friends fight and friends always have the compasity to forgive each other no matter how wrong one may think the other is. In this case my friend Lindar, it's a game...No harm no foul.
Lokovon - Didn't leave a comment, but I got a bit curious and decided to pop over to his blog to see how life is treating him. Lokovon reminds me of meself when I was his age. He and I have chewed the same dirt and marveled at the same things. I have the luxury of hind sight, I know where he may be going as I had already traveled that road. He is still looking ahead and not too sure which way to turn. Go with the flow my friend, sure it leads to a late start in life, but having the car, the house and all the rest comes with it's own problems, keep enjoying life, asking questions and keeping a cynical eye on everything. One day it will leave you, and you will miss it.
Ex-teenage Rebel by Subhumans
When I asked you to lend me a fiver
You said you were already broke
And when I explained you were living in chains
You assumed it was some sort of joke
You wanted a job and then got one
And learned jokes about sex, Jews and blacks
Got married to help pay the mortgage
Got wound up when you had to pay tax
What happened to you with your ideas?
What happened to all your hopes and fears?
Ex-teenage rebel - same old story
When I asked you what you thought of the arms race
Asking you who's gonna win
You remembered a man on the telly and said
I agree with him
You say everythings alright really
You say that I'm just paranoid
You tell me it's always the same
And there's some things I cannot avoid
So what happened to your old opinions?
The thoughts that you had for so long?
That inspired a thousand rebellions
Against what was still so wrong
You tell me you used to be crazy
And paranoid like I am now
You soon realized there was no reason why
So you gave up and soon settled down
And I tell you that you are the problem
Which is why you can't see it no more
The strength of us all could demolish the wall
But you chose to walk through the door
Living a life of compromise
What you are supporting is what you dispised
Was all that you said just a useful disguise?
Or was it just little white lies?
Little white lies
To help you survive
Is there no guilt in your mind?
Is there no guilt in your eye?
Not only have I been lax in writing here, but I've let contact with good friends slip away. If nothing else they diserve a "Hey, how's it going" every now and then. It just seems weird to do that when we don't see one another on a daily basis like we did when we were all the same crew. So to answer Bitsie's comment, CHEERS! You escaped our mental hell. A bond was formed amoungst the old crew, we were faced with odds that no one should be expected to deal with. Hope you and the Missus are doing well, drop us a line or two, be good to hear from ya again.
Tryvad - As always a class act my friend, really in light of many things were it not for you, Gemful and Ripclaw I'd have most likely given in and believed that one can not have real friends from an on line game.
Lindar - Still one of the most thick headed intelligent people I've ever associated with. Things in life are not always what they seem, and we can get wrapped up into our own thoughts and ideas and lose sight of a friend. You have alot of passion for what you believe in, and as you can clearly see; sometimes to the annoyance of others. Never stop being you, friends disagree, friends fight and friends always have the compasity to forgive each other no matter how wrong one may think the other is. In this case my friend Lindar, it's a game...No harm no foul.
Lokovon - Didn't leave a comment, but I got a bit curious and decided to pop over to his blog to see how life is treating him. Lokovon reminds me of meself when I was his age. He and I have chewed the same dirt and marveled at the same things. I have the luxury of hind sight, I know where he may be going as I had already traveled that road. He is still looking ahead and not too sure which way to turn. Go with the flow my friend, sure it leads to a late start in life, but having the car, the house and all the rest comes with it's own problems, keep enjoying life, asking questions and keeping a cynical eye on everything. One day it will leave you, and you will miss it.
Ex-teenage Rebel by Subhumans
When I asked you to lend me a fiver
You said you were already broke
And when I explained you were living in chains
You assumed it was some sort of joke
You wanted a job and then got one
And learned jokes about sex, Jews and blacks
Got married to help pay the mortgage
Got wound up when you had to pay tax
What happened to you with your ideas?
What happened to all your hopes and fears?
Ex-teenage rebel - same old story
When I asked you what you thought of the arms race
Asking you who's gonna win
You remembered a man on the telly and said
I agree with him
You say everythings alright really
You say that I'm just paranoid
You tell me it's always the same
And there's some things I cannot avoid
So what happened to your old opinions?
The thoughts that you had for so long?
That inspired a thousand rebellions
Against what was still so wrong
You tell me you used to be crazy
And paranoid like I am now
You soon realized there was no reason why
So you gave up and soon settled down
And I tell you that you are the problem
Which is why you can't see it no more
The strength of us all could demolish the wall
But you chose to walk through the door
Living a life of compromise
What you are supporting is what you dispised
Was all that you said just a useful disguise?
Or was it just little white lies?
Little white lies
To help you survive
Is there no guilt in your mind?
Is there no guilt in your eye?
Neither Here Nor There
Working in the I.T. industry means that you are often faced with more challenges than you would experiance in 'normal' job. User paranoia, techno fear and just a general idea that we are making this smeg up as we go along. Users are users no matter where you work as an I.T. professional, some are a bit more savvy than others but generally if they were truely up to speed; they wouldn't really need me.
Now then I took a job with the State of Colorado when I moved from Vegas in hopes that I would finally land in a job that I could be in awhile. I dismissed ALOT of warning signs when I interviewed for the position, the largest was the nut job pretending to be the CIO (OK he actually is the CIO, and he is a total nut job). I took the job went through the hassle and everything of moving myself up to Colorado. Anyway at about 2 months in I'm begining to notice that things didn't exactly have a direction nor did they make sense in this department, while not uncommon in I.T. this was different, just call it a feeling.
Crazy undocumented policies started to fly around the department and the real techs found themselves struggling just to do our day to day work. Buckle down I thought this can't last. Part of my current job entails my having to drive a minimum of 215 miles round trip one day a week to service my other sites. This too was/is growing very very old. I'm not as good as I used to be at long distance driving and found myself totally wiped out at the end of the day. Still I figured I could make this all work, it's an OK job with OK pay but nothing to get all excited about. But then the directive of all directives from our nut job CIO hits the air. In retailiation to an insodent by our ISO, the CIO hands down that no one shall access any computer in the company without the express written concent of the user, WTF! We have to get written approval from the user to access computers they do not own (They are owned by the State of Colorado)just incase we see documents that they have created (which are also property of the state). In a nutshell this is total BULLSHIT! But our CIO is either a madman, or too damn prideful to admit that he has made some bad desisions. Either way in my minds eye, enough was enough. I've suffered too long in too many jobs to start that cycle again. Needless for me to say; I work to live...I don't live to work. So I went out and got a new job.
So here we are again, after my time at UMC I really and truely thought I had had my fill of medical I.T. I never really planned on going back to it, but I appears that I am on my way to yet another medical I.T. job. Small hospital, not too far from my current job site and not too damn far away from where the new house is being built. So there are some big pluses, oh yeah did I mention they pay better too? So let's do the math, less work, more money, less pressure, no driving to the ends of the earth and no week trapped on the helpless desk = good deal. OK so far I know I'll be asked to 'help out' the help desk person (humm 70 bed hospital - how hard could that be?)and I have to do an on call (paid in money, overtime money - not oh pick a day and we'll get you some unoffical 'comp time').
The Missus (as usual) is absolutely freaked and worried about the whole affair. Can't blame her really the timing was a bit bad, but that is my specialty. We are about a month away from closing on the new house, so changing jobs; esp when the majority of the income falls on me; can be a bit stressful. Got those details worked out with my mortgage company, so that problem is solved. The Missus knows me to well and is also afraid I won't like the new job. Let's face it, the majority of us hate working for a living. We make the best of any situation and find a way to get over at our jobs. It's true I could totally hate it, deal with that problem if it becomes one. i'm not real big on worrying forward a problem that may or may not happen. Life is dealt with on a day to day basis in my universe.
So there you have it, I'll be going directly into my new job as of March 10th. As always we hope for the best and hope for some more really interesting stories for these pages. Much like leaving my other jobs my responsibilities get smaller and I get alot of free time, so expect to see a bit more posting in the next two weeks.
Now then I took a job with the State of Colorado when I moved from Vegas in hopes that I would finally land in a job that I could be in awhile. I dismissed ALOT of warning signs when I interviewed for the position, the largest was the nut job pretending to be the CIO (OK he actually is the CIO, and he is a total nut job). I took the job went through the hassle and everything of moving myself up to Colorado. Anyway at about 2 months in I'm begining to notice that things didn't exactly have a direction nor did they make sense in this department, while not uncommon in I.T. this was different, just call it a feeling.
Crazy undocumented policies started to fly around the department and the real techs found themselves struggling just to do our day to day work. Buckle down I thought this can't last. Part of my current job entails my having to drive a minimum of 215 miles round trip one day a week to service my other sites. This too was/is growing very very old. I'm not as good as I used to be at long distance driving and found myself totally wiped out at the end of the day. Still I figured I could make this all work, it's an OK job with OK pay but nothing to get all excited about. But then the directive of all directives from our nut job CIO hits the air. In retailiation to an insodent by our ISO, the CIO hands down that no one shall access any computer in the company without the express written concent of the user, WTF! We have to get written approval from the user to access computers they do not own (They are owned by the State of Colorado)just incase we see documents that they have created (which are also property of the state). In a nutshell this is total BULLSHIT! But our CIO is either a madman, or too damn prideful to admit that he has made some bad desisions. Either way in my minds eye, enough was enough. I've suffered too long in too many jobs to start that cycle again. Needless for me to say; I work to live...I don't live to work. So I went out and got a new job.
So here we are again, after my time at UMC I really and truely thought I had had my fill of medical I.T. I never really planned on going back to it, but I appears that I am on my way to yet another medical I.T. job. Small hospital, not too far from my current job site and not too damn far away from where the new house is being built. So there are some big pluses, oh yeah did I mention they pay better too? So let's do the math, less work, more money, less pressure, no driving to the ends of the earth and no week trapped on the helpless desk = good deal. OK so far I know I'll be asked to 'help out' the help desk person (humm 70 bed hospital - how hard could that be?)and I have to do an on call (paid in money, overtime money - not oh pick a day and we'll get you some unoffical 'comp time').
The Missus (as usual) is absolutely freaked and worried about the whole affair. Can't blame her really the timing was a bit bad, but that is my specialty. We are about a month away from closing on the new house, so changing jobs; esp when the majority of the income falls on me; can be a bit stressful. Got those details worked out with my mortgage company, so that problem is solved. The Missus knows me to well and is also afraid I won't like the new job. Let's face it, the majority of us hate working for a living. We make the best of any situation and find a way to get over at our jobs. It's true I could totally hate it, deal with that problem if it becomes one. i'm not real big on worrying forward a problem that may or may not happen. Life is dealt with on a day to day basis in my universe.
So there you have it, I'll be going directly into my new job as of March 10th. As always we hope for the best and hope for some more really interesting stories for these pages. Much like leaving my other jobs my responsibilities get smaller and I get alot of free time, so expect to see a bit more posting in the next two weeks.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Time Flies...
Not being one for art on demand, I have been reminded that I actually have readers and they would appreciate some new brain melt from your ol pal Grebo, so here are some things I've been toying with as of late.
General state of ones health: I've not been one to become ill very easily in my life, but as I get older I'm finding that this is no longer the case. Those who know me, know full well I love me beer and have smoked roughly half pack a day since I was 18. I don't make excuses for these 'habits' I enjoy both but tend to smoke more than drink. This is where the problem comes in, as more and more folks are jumpping on the smoking is bad for ya bandwagon (OK it's been some time in coming, but cut me some slack) I've found the world has gone from "A light? no I don't smoke" (which is cool just move on) to "You know your killing yourself as well as me with that poison" or as I know like to call it Jack Boot Non Smokers. I have no problem with non smokers what so ever, I still believe we all have the right and freedom to make our own choices and decisions in this life. I also try my best to be considerate of others, I usually don't mind be banished to the outside world to have a growler.
What I hate are self rightious saviours of the world. I've found quite a few of them live up here in Colorado (Leftist Californians who went on to another state to pollute it with their ideals). Bumper stickers proclaiming that the earth is not my ashtray and second hand smoke kills. Wake the fuck up people if you think I'm the biggest plague on 'your' planet you need to really wake the fuck up and have a look around. Multi conglomerates, crazy governments and folks who intentionally wish to do you harm should be higher on your pecking order. So I've devised a plan for anti-social bumper sticker campagines. Some of my favorites so far are.
1. Support your local police...Beat yourself up.
2. Support mass murder, Bush needs a job next year.
3. Pick pockets UNITE! The IRS is still hiring!
4. Second hand smoke kills! Fire up your SUV.
Sure they aren't the best, but I'm so damned tired of people preaching at me, live your own life and I'll live mine. If we are lucky the two of us will not intrude on one anothers realities and we'll both be happy. You only get X amount of time to be a parsite on this planet and we all have our own ideas of how to spend that time. So let's not waste one anothers time by trying to live the other persons life. Yes I will most likely die a horrable cancer ridden death, just a short time after me liver fails, but you know what I'm not regreating it; why should you? People die everyday, every 3 minutes that this stupid round planet spins some poor fool goes to the final check out. Sad, yes and no. Some folks need to be removed from the collective it is proving the darwinistic 'theory' of evolution and survival of the fittest. We are just the test pattern for the next generation, and hopefully the things we did wrong will not be repeated (FAT Fucking Chance)but it is there, after thousands of years of 'progress' we as the dominate spieces on the planet have grown and done some amazing things, yet we still allow some of the denizens of the planet to starve to death or go without basic human needs. So here it is bucky, the next time I light up a cigarette and it is bothering you, polietly say so. you'll find the majority of us who still smoke will either put it out or leave your general space. We all are alloted a certain amount of earth to use for good or ill, I'll try to keep my ill out of your obviously superior good if you will grant me the same measure by keeping your self rightious bullshit on you half of the sphere. We can all live together if we really try, unfortunately we all get caught up in our own little realities and sometimes forget that each other is there. It happens and will never change, what we need to learn is to respect each other differances and carry on from there. Until then we will war with one another, we will commit acts of hate, mistrust and paranoia against one another. There is no perfect world, never will be. One of us will always do something to piss the others off, sie la vie; but seriously is your life truely going to come to and end because you see me having a growler out in the cold and snow many feet away from you? Or is it, that you gaze upon me and see a person not hampered by the system you are so emeshed in? Rule breakers are hated because they are envied, we are always seeming to 'get away' with something you are not. Let me bust that myth right off, yes at that moment in time we are saying sod the rules I'll do as I please, but trust me we all pay for it in the end. Instead of being angry that smokers are polluting your air and littering your earth; Think of how what you do on a daily basis effects your own life first, then save the rest of on yer own time. While yer doing that I'll be down at my local having a few pints with friends and enjoying a good smoke. I.E. I'll be having fun while your being miserable to the rest of your fellow humans.
So as a passing thought, you have no idea when your final check out time will be, wouldn't it be better spent having fun and enjoying your time on the big blue marble than making life miserable for yourself and for others? We all have choices to make, I won't tell you what yours should be, if you don't go around telling me what mine should be.
General state of ones health: I've not been one to become ill very easily in my life, but as I get older I'm finding that this is no longer the case. Those who know me, know full well I love me beer and have smoked roughly half pack a day since I was 18. I don't make excuses for these 'habits' I enjoy both but tend to smoke more than drink. This is where the problem comes in, as more and more folks are jumpping on the smoking is bad for ya bandwagon (OK it's been some time in coming, but cut me some slack) I've found the world has gone from "A light? no I don't smoke" (which is cool just move on) to "You know your killing yourself as well as me with that poison" or as I know like to call it Jack Boot Non Smokers. I have no problem with non smokers what so ever, I still believe we all have the right and freedom to make our own choices and decisions in this life. I also try my best to be considerate of others, I usually don't mind be banished to the outside world to have a growler.
What I hate are self rightious saviours of the world. I've found quite a few of them live up here in Colorado (Leftist Californians who went on to another state to pollute it with their ideals). Bumper stickers proclaiming that the earth is not my ashtray and second hand smoke kills. Wake the fuck up people if you think I'm the biggest plague on 'your' planet you need to really wake the fuck up and have a look around. Multi conglomerates, crazy governments and folks who intentionally wish to do you harm should be higher on your pecking order. So I've devised a plan for anti-social bumper sticker campagines. Some of my favorites so far are.
1. Support your local police...Beat yourself up.
2. Support mass murder, Bush needs a job next year.
3. Pick pockets UNITE! The IRS is still hiring!
4. Second hand smoke kills! Fire up your SUV.
Sure they aren't the best, but I'm so damned tired of people preaching at me, live your own life and I'll live mine. If we are lucky the two of us will not intrude on one anothers realities and we'll both be happy. You only get X amount of time to be a parsite on this planet and we all have our own ideas of how to spend that time. So let's not waste one anothers time by trying to live the other persons life. Yes I will most likely die a horrable cancer ridden death, just a short time after me liver fails, but you know what I'm not regreating it; why should you? People die everyday, every 3 minutes that this stupid round planet spins some poor fool goes to the final check out. Sad, yes and no. Some folks need to be removed from the collective it is proving the darwinistic 'theory' of evolution and survival of the fittest. We are just the test pattern for the next generation, and hopefully the things we did wrong will not be repeated (FAT Fucking Chance)but it is there, after thousands of years of 'progress' we as the dominate spieces on the planet have grown and done some amazing things, yet we still allow some of the denizens of the planet to starve to death or go without basic human needs. So here it is bucky, the next time I light up a cigarette and it is bothering you, polietly say so. you'll find the majority of us who still smoke will either put it out or leave your general space. We all are alloted a certain amount of earth to use for good or ill, I'll try to keep my ill out of your obviously superior good if you will grant me the same measure by keeping your self rightious bullshit on you half of the sphere. We can all live together if we really try, unfortunately we all get caught up in our own little realities and sometimes forget that each other is there. It happens and will never change, what we need to learn is to respect each other differances and carry on from there. Until then we will war with one another, we will commit acts of hate, mistrust and paranoia against one another. There is no perfect world, never will be. One of us will always do something to piss the others off, sie la vie; but seriously is your life truely going to come to and end because you see me having a growler out in the cold and snow many feet away from you? Or is it, that you gaze upon me and see a person not hampered by the system you are so emeshed in? Rule breakers are hated because they are envied, we are always seeming to 'get away' with something you are not. Let me bust that myth right off, yes at that moment in time we are saying sod the rules I'll do as I please, but trust me we all pay for it in the end. Instead of being angry that smokers are polluting your air and littering your earth; Think of how what you do on a daily basis effects your own life first, then save the rest of on yer own time. While yer doing that I'll be down at my local having a few pints with friends and enjoying a good smoke. I.E. I'll be having fun while your being miserable to the rest of your fellow humans.
So as a passing thought, you have no idea when your final check out time will be, wouldn't it be better spent having fun and enjoying your time on the big blue marble than making life miserable for yourself and for others? We all have choices to make, I won't tell you what yours should be, if you don't go around telling me what mine should be.
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