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I think the thing that attracts me most about aimlessly wandering the web is the amount of free reading material. And the pornography, of course. You can't deny the goodness of readily available HOT! LIVE! TEENS! on every subnet.
I'm probably awake right now through drinking too much tea. My tea habits are, like much of the rest of me, unhip and lacking in trendiness. I don't drink Earl Grey, Lapsang, or some other random appelation; I drink Lyons tea, a simple Irish teabag that I like. In all probability, the water contributes more to the taste than the teabag since I've tried the teabags elsewhere and they're not quite the same. Or maybe it's like Guinness and doesn't travel well.
When I'm insomniac, I have imaginary arguments with people who irritate me. Generally I'm an easy-going type; in fact, I think one of my past relationships came to a stuttering end because of the fact that I rarely pushed to have things my way. That's just a hint of an idea that I got from a post-relationship conversation with the girl in question, but certainly I'm far less likely to demand that we go to restaurant X instead of Y, or even demand that we go to a restau at all, than I am to say, "sure, whatever you like" which I think stems from my unwillingness to cause other people grief where possible.
But I digress.
My current point of irritation is the office, and more specifically my boss. He's not a bad sort, in that he doesn't make my life a living hell or anything, but still. He doesn't, as best I can tell, actually want to have anything to do with being a manager. He'd much rather poke at the code and run SQL queries. Which is why I spent part of Saturday morning talking to one of the developers who was in the office responding to a pager call because a database-to-database refresh had failed. After a quick examination of the problem it was obvious that it had been caused by said boss making changes to the production system, one of the things he's given his little team a steady stream of grief about over the year I've spent with the company.
I don't like his abuse, either. Calling us losers because we didn't read his methodology document. I spent two days kicking out a 3500-word document earlier this year on what was wrong with the systems setup and how to fix it. And a week later he was at my desk asking questions that had been amply covered in the document. I get off lightly, though, because he doesn't know my job. The other guys, the ones whose job he feels he could do in a pinch, get a steady stream of abuse about their coding practices, their scheduling, their bugs, all of that. And I don't know why they put up with it, other than that they're getting paid - which counts for something in the hole that the market is in at the moment.
But tomorrow I'll wander into the office and not say a word about this, because I'm just not willing to make a fuss about it. Well, at least not until I find another job.
I'm probably awake right now through drinking too much tea. My tea habits are, like much of the rest of me, unhip and lacking in trendiness. I don't drink Earl Grey, Lapsang, or some other random appelation; I drink Lyons tea, a simple Irish teabag that I like. In all probability, the water contributes more to the taste than the teabag since I've tried the teabags elsewhere and they're not quite the same. Or maybe it's like Guinness and doesn't travel well.
When I'm insomniac, I have imaginary arguments with people who irritate me. Generally I'm an easy-going type; in fact, I think one of my past relationships came to a stuttering end because of the fact that I rarely pushed to have things my way. That's just a hint of an idea that I got from a post-relationship conversation with the girl in question, but certainly I'm far less likely to demand that we go to restaurant X instead of Y, or even demand that we go to a restau at all, than I am to say, "sure, whatever you like" which I think stems from my unwillingness to cause other people grief where possible.
But I digress.
My current point of irritation is the office, and more specifically my boss. He's not a bad sort, in that he doesn't make my life a living hell or anything, but still. He doesn't, as best I can tell, actually want to have anything to do with being a manager. He'd much rather poke at the code and run SQL queries. Which is why I spent part of Saturday morning talking to one of the developers who was in the office responding to a pager call because a database-to-database refresh had failed. After a quick examination of the problem it was obvious that it had been caused by said boss making changes to the production system, one of the things he's given his little team a steady stream of grief about over the year I've spent with the company.
I don't like his abuse, either. Calling us losers because we didn't read his methodology document. I spent two days kicking out a 3500-word document earlier this year on what was wrong with the systems setup and how to fix it. And a week later he was at my desk asking questions that had been amply covered in the document. I get off lightly, though, because he doesn't know my job. The other guys, the ones whose job he feels he could do in a pinch, get a steady stream of abuse about their coding practices, their scheduling, their bugs, all of that. And I don't know why they put up with it, other than that they're getting paid - which counts for something in the hole that the market is in at the moment.
But tomorrow I'll wander into the office and not say a word about this, because I'm just not willing to make a fuss about it. Well, at least not until I find another job.
