Monthly Archive for February, 2005

The History of a Bum

I decided I wasn’t going to go back to work this week, since I’d already made arrangements to take off when I thought I was going to have jury duty all week. What better time to relax than the present?

Since I’m being a bum, I of course slept until 1:30 today. Afterwards, the only really constructive thing I did was go to Liquid Highway. No cutie, just the typical guys. Afterwards, since it was such an incredibly nice day, I went flying down 85 all the way to 290, which is about 10 miles out of my way. The drive home was so incredibly nice…

On my way out, I noticed that there was a car I’d never seen at Jackie’s house. She better not be getting another boyfriend… At least not until she admits her true love for me… Ah well, there’s always that dream tonight…

Oh, and I called Maggie this afternoon before I left. She called back just as I was getting ready to leave. I asked her if she had plans this week, and if she wanted to go to dinner. She was incredibly excited when I told her I was going to drive down so we could go out, but I doubt she was nearly as excited as I was about getting to see her and getting out of the house at the same time.

When I got back, I wrote my own IRC bot using PHP. Well, wrote is a loose term. I adapted (very heavily) a bot tib gave me long ago in trekstuff… It’s amazing how something seems to work flawlessly at first, but when you actually dig down into it, you realize all the nitty gritty errors that actually exist.

I also finished off Quantum Leap Season 2. It was a particularly good DVD set, definitely worth a whopping $50. The last episode: M.I.A. really got to me for some odd reason. Sam leaped in and Al told him that he had to keep this woman from giving up her husband (who was in the Navy and declared MIA two years ago) and marrying a lawyer she meets. You start to get suspicious when you see Al disappear as Sam and the woman walk into the room, and when he gets incredibly passionate about Sam sticking with it, even when he points out that “God” seems to want these two to meet. It turns out that this woman was actually Al’s wife, and the only woman he ever loved (out of his 5 marriages and countless women). When he was MIA, she finally gave up on him and disappeared with her new lawyer. When Al returned, he was heartbroken. At the end of the episode, you get to see Al tell his wife goodbye (even though she can’t actually see or hear him, since he’s just a hologram). It was one of the saddest moments I’ve ever seen on TV… This was also the first episode where you DON’T see Sam jump into his next life at the end, making you wonder what’s happening in the 3rd season.

This is the story of a girl…

I keep thinking about Jackie for some reason. I don’t really know why. I’ve only seen her like twice in the last year, so it’s not like I could have gotten extraordinarily close to her or anything. But for some reason all I can think about any time I stop focusing on something else is her… I even had a dream about her the other night, which is incredibly unusual, because I never dream at all, much less about girls.

I did notice lately that she always seems to be home, whereas she always used to be gone, usually with her loser of a boyfriend Jake. With any luck, that means she’s single now…

Although I don’t know what that matters, since I can’t find a way to ask her out, particularly since I never see her.

A Day in the Life…

Well, I think I need to start making more frequent, shorter entries about common, every day things. That’s really what I intended to do when I started this blog, but you know how it goes, particularly with me.

You know, it’s really odd when you get huge thunderstorms in the middle of winter, even if it’s been 70 multiple weeks in a row.

So for another random subject change… I’ve been watching Quantum Leap all day, at least since about noon when I got out of jury selections.

Oh, and after spending 2 and a half hours sitting in that courtroom, it turns out I wasn’t suitable for jury selection, which isn’t really a bad thing in this instance.

And now I’ve got our stinkin cat laying on my feet again… Oh, woe is me…

My Appologies Ma’am, But…

Last Friday, I was called over to a woman’s desk because she claimed to be having trouble with her email. When I sat down and investigated, I found that everything appeared to be working normally, but let her explain her problem in detail to me anyway.

After carefully listening to the first part of her problem, I took a joking tone that has served me quite well in the past several years, and told her that I didn’t see how it could happen. As she was explaining her second problem, me still not believing that any of it could happen, because everything I saw indicated that it was working perfectly normally and as intended, her manager walked up behind me. At one point, the woman I was helping turned and saw her and looked back at her and said (less than jovially) “he thinks I’m crazy”. I simply smiled and nodded, thinking she was trying to be funny without actually accomplishing it, particularly because she had hit it right on the nose. There was nothing wrong here, and I had no explanations to provide.

At that point, her manager asked me another question and we eventually trailed back off to her desk to look at something unrelated. Later that evening, as I was staying late working on a special project, our VP of Finance happened to come into the server room where I was sitting to see how things were going, knowing we’d hit a snag earlier that day. He happened to mention almost in passing that the woman I’d been helping earlier was about ready to kill me. With honest surprise, I asked him why, and he said he didn’t really know, that I’d smarted off to her or something. Well, I was genuinely confused, since I hadn’t envisioned myself doing anything anywhere near inappropriate or out of the ordinary. I hadn’t been rude by any means, and I’d tried to keep a polite tone as I explained the best I could that I basically had no answers to give her, because everything seemed to be working fine (which meant that yes, she was wrong). If nothing else, I could have been much more rude and abrupt, even if I wasn’t as courteous as one could have been (although I don’t know of anyone that could have been, save Mother Teresa, who probably wouldn’t have had any more answers than I did anyway, so it doesn’t really matter). In any case, the VP said that I might want to apologize to her on Monday, otherwise she might bake some cookies or something and try to poison me (I was being scolded with humor, do you see why I was joking with her when I said she was crazy?), since she was normally an easy going person.

Well, I was able to refrain from telling him that no, she was an easy going person before she got moved to this new department, at which time she’d adopted the same personality as everyone else in the department: generally evil and ready to stab you in the back at any moment without giving you the slightest hint of warning (which was precisely what she had done). Instead of telling him how I really felt, I simply nodded and we continued our work without mentioning it again.

Well, Monday came (after I thought about this all weekend), and I thought I might run into her sometime and be able to slip a half-hearted apology and explanation in casual conversation (I have commitment issues… they stem all the way into apologies, it’s sad, I know…). I was too busy to give it much more thought all day, until things started to wind down about 4:30 when I hit another snag in our plan. So, I reviewed in my mind what I was going to say and I went over and did it. It was probably one of the easiest physical things I’ve ever had to do, but one of the most difficult mental things, since I felt I had actually done no wrong during the incident. She was, however, happy to accept my apology, and simply told me that sometimes she thought I needed to lay off the attitude (WHAT ATTITUDE?! If she wants attitude, she should hear me talk to my mother, or my boss… they both get the same treatment, and they don’t care in the slightest and dish it right back 99% of the time. If anyone has an attitude, it’s her, and it’s bad…).

In retrospect, I’ve had some time to put more thought into all this (I tried my best to ignore it all weekend, hoping I’d genuinely forget about it), and I still believe I was in the right the entire time and that it should have been her that was apologizing. However, I’ve thought of 2 very good points that I think I’ll keep in reserve for the next time something similar to this should arise. Here they are:

When working in the IT support industry (as I do primarily), you learn two very important things very quickly, as my coworkers will also attest to:

1) If a user says something is happening, and it sounds impossible, it probably is. Not to disrespect the user in any way, but typically they’re not at all computer literate, and if they say something’s not working, it’s probably working exactly as intended by the developers, and they simply don’t realize how it’s supposed to work.

2) If a problem seems like it should be incredibly difficult and time consuming, it probably isn’t. It sounds totally bizarre, but when you think about it, it’s true. As weird as it is, no matter what the problem, 90% of the time, if it seems difficult, it’s not at all. The converse is also true: if it seems like it should be a 5 minute fix, it’ll probably take at least 10 times that long to accomplish.

Perhaps I’ll come up with a list of guidelines that I should hand users to read when I sit down at their computer and investigate a problem. A list of guidelines, assumptions, and reasoning for them. If nothing else, it would help spur conversation with some of the cute chicks at work, particularly if I do it in a humorous manner (and when am I serious, I mean, come on…).

But anyway, that’s my gripe for the night. Now that I’ve thought this all out, I really feel much better; especially knowing all 3 people (maybe?) will read this and probably agree with me, even if 1 of them is totally drunk off her ass…

Saint Valentine Who?

Well, I thought I’d wait until after everyone had calmed down from the so-called “holiday” to bash it. If I had somehow negatively affected the flower sales, Hallmark might have sent their hit men after me, and I doubt any of us really wants that to happen, right?

So what, you might be asking yourself, is wrong with couples celebrating their love for one another? To this I simply respond: BLAH! I certainly have nothing against celebrating love for one another, just as I have nothing against people celebrating at Christmas when they’re spending time with their families (even though this may not be a cause for celebration in some cases). What I despise is the over-commercialization of holidays, and this is what brings me to my problem with Valentine’s day. Valentines isn’t a “holiday” that has simply been over-commercialized. Without the commercialization of the holiday, it doesn’t exist in the first place. The entire day is built up around material goods: flowers, cards, candies, and expensive dinners out. If you eliminate all these things from the “celebration”, you don’t have a single thing left.

While at Christmas, even though it has become severely over-commercialized, amidst a seemingly dwindling true Christmas spirit (I have to say, this past Christmas was the least enchanting one I’ve ever experienced. Perhaps this is due to my increasing age, which brings with it an increased level of cynicism and bitterness about the world around me, perhaps not.), one is still able to find some manner of joy for the true spirit of the season. Whether it be through seeing families reunited for the holidays (just take a trip to the airport and watch people as they meet their rides after getting off the plane), or when you see a child open their presents and play in the snow on Christmas morning (ok, so maybe the snow was in a movie, since I’ve never in my life seen a white Christmas). Valentine’s day lacks all this luster and illusion. It is solely built upon sex and commerce. Not only does it have no true spirit, but it also helps to downplay the single life, and in doing so depresses those who find themselves without a “Valentine” at the end of the day.

You’re probably wondering now if I really know what I’m talking about, or if I’m just another one of those bitter people who downplay the holiday simply because I was single and unable to partake in it. Well, to answer your question, yes, I was single yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that… in fact, many days before that (I’ve been single for over a year now), and I’m still single today, nor do I foresee a change in the next few hours. This, however, isn’t the point. I’m single, and I’m happy to be, particularly at this time of year. When the holidays and the end of the year start approaching, things start getting incredibly hectic at work, and the last thing I need on my mind is how well my relationship is doing and what kind of present would be appropriate at this point. In fact, last year I even tried it. I had a girlfriend as we approached Thanksgiving, and I got so stressed out at work I eventually just stopped calling her. The relationship died, and I felt horrible about it. (In the end she joined some kind of freaky cult and married their leader… Surely I jest? Surely not…) Now why in the world would I want to voluntarily inflict this upon myself at Christmas, much less the day devoted entirely to relationship disasters?

The bottom line is, I think people have lost sight of the reasons holidays have been created. We’ve got Christmas, Valentines Day, Easter, Halloween, and Thanksgiving… Christmas is going downhill sharply, Valentines Day was created at the bottom of the gorge, Easter isn’t really a holiday (in my opinion anyway), and with Halloween it’s expected. All I’ve got left is Thanksgiving! What am I supposed to do when they kill it? Call it a good (or kinda) life and check out? I implore you, don’t forget the true reason we create holidays… to respect events and enjoy the love and fellowship of the family and friends we have in our lives…