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I work for a medical equipment manufacturer. The owner of the company is in his 70's; he's a brilliant tinkerer - a hacker-engineer. He's also fast becoming senile.
He loves computers, but doesn't understand them. That's my job. I have to babysit his computer tomorrow. He's bringing his hard drive to Oregon from Las Vegas - which means I have to plug it into a different computer to boot it - which means an hour and a half of "detecting new hardware" messages.
And what's the problem? "My computer is slow. Sometimes, it takes a few minutes to bring up google for the first time today."
He's well-known for firing people who displease him. I'd tell him to piss off, but I'd rather have a job after tomorrow.
This week is already bad. Today was a parade of tragic moments. Our terminal servers can't access wells-fargo online banking, because wells-fargo doesn't allow Windows Server 2003 clients. I have to repair a computer using nothing but its hard drive. I have to prep & stack a palette of keyboards for recycling. I have to figure out why an automated sales analysis report doesn't match a similar hand-calculated report. I have at least several thousand lines of code (network socket handling, mostly) to lay down by the end of the week. People are expecting Dj Mixes from me. I'm moving at the end of the month, so: packing; finding an apartment; utilities, phones, etc.. I'm meeting with my bank tomorrow. I'm an hour over my bedtime, so: I will lack sleep tomorrow. I've been getting drunk every night for about a month. I need a haircut. My garbage disposal doesn't work. My finances are a mess. Spent $50 on something I don't need. Will be hungover tomorrow.
Is this ranting, or whining? I can't tell anymore.
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