suddenly dypsy's eyes shot open and fixed on tinky winky. tinky winky didn't dare move, until with a sigh dypsy spoke: again again!
you ever have one of those days where it sucked so bad, that you begin to wonder if it actually happened or if your mind is just trying to make fun of you for being a pussy? yeah, yesterday was one of those days.
when i started my new job last week, 2 of the 3 guys i normally work with were on holidays. so that meant work-work-work as we were incredibly short handed. this also meant that when this week started, i'd be greeted by two new guys, who have a very different sense of humor. now i don't mean "different" as in "thinks dead babies are funny" or "lol hitler" but i mean "let's haze the newbie by not only having him deal with his outstanding issues from last week and taking every fucking call that comes into the helpdesk (including a dead backup drive and 2 server rebuilds) but also all our outstanding issues too. let's see if he cracks."
well i made it through the day without ending up in the fetal position, crying that i miss my mommy, so i guess thats a good sign. i didn't try and slash my wrists with a pink, plastic razor with a daisy on it and a moisturizing strip, so i guess that's a good sign too. what i don't think is a good sign is that this was even allowed to happen. our boss seems really awesome otherwise, but just trying to see what the new guy's breaking point doesn't seem like a cool thing to do.
anyways, it's now tuesday, things have been fairly quiet today, save for a client who was running their only server (which acts as a database, e-mail and file server) with 1.7mb of drive space. i've had some time to catch up on everything from yesterday and am feeling pretty confident that if yesterday was some sort of twisted test to see if i could survive under the toughest conditions, i passed with a pretty decent mark.
oh, i also got paid. that kinda helped too.
when i started my new job last week, 2 of the 3 guys i normally work with were on holidays. so that meant work-work-work as we were incredibly short handed. this also meant that when this week started, i'd be greeted by two new guys, who have a very different sense of humor. now i don't mean "different" as in "thinks dead babies are funny" or "lol hitler" but i mean "let's haze the newbie by not only having him deal with his outstanding issues from last week and taking every fucking call that comes into the helpdesk (including a dead backup drive and 2 server rebuilds) but also all our outstanding issues too. let's see if he cracks."
well i made it through the day without ending up in the fetal position, crying that i miss my mommy, so i guess thats a good sign. i didn't try and slash my wrists with a pink, plastic razor with a daisy on it and a moisturizing strip, so i guess that's a good sign too. what i don't think is a good sign is that this was even allowed to happen. our boss seems really awesome otherwise, but just trying to see what the new guy's breaking point doesn't seem like a cool thing to do.
anyways, it's now tuesday, things have been fairly quiet today, save for a client who was running their only server (which acts as a database, e-mail and file server) with 1.7mb of drive space. i've had some time to catch up on everything from yesterday and am feeling pretty confident that if yesterday was some sort of twisted test to see if i could survive under the toughest conditions, i passed with a pretty decent mark.
oh, i also got paid. that kinda helped too.
posted by Justin Smith at
10:35 p.m.
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you ever have one of those days where it sucked so bad, that you begin to wonder if it actually happened..?
Yes, I would have to say that I have... :/
Ever have one of those days when you wish you could go back in time, just a few days, and erase everything that followed?
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Anonymous, at 7:10 p.m.
Hmm. Mr. Elusive. My friend sent me a link to his page today, and I just started entering random names in, to see if anyone else I knew had a blog on here. Didn't think you'd have one.
At least I know that you're alive.
I know it's a fruitless request, but check your email? I'd be interested to know your response.
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Alania X., at 9:06 p.m.
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