PMS Chronicle 10.20.09
All of the various devices, systems, servers, and equipment that I need to do my job today are fucking broken. By definition, my job is not great, and it is certainly not difficult- -but do you ever just feel like all of technology has teamed up to play a cruel joke on you? I may not derive particular satisfaction from assessing the risk of various companies, BUT I like it even less……WHEN I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT!!!!!
This is my day today.
I have been having problems with the printer near my desk. In an effort to seek revenge on the inanimate printer (post screaming various “Corporate-unfriendly” words at it to such an extent that people have been closing their office doors and avoiding eye contact with me*), I sent out a note to the office informing them that one of printers was not working and to avoid sending anything to that printer until further notice. Emily-1, Printer-1. Ha! To add insult to injury, the whitest white collar in the office, who undoubtedly has made it this far in life without owning a single tool, succeeded in resolving the imaginary jam after haphazardly trying his unskilled hand at it for two minutes.
My festering bitterness and gripes with all-things-life-and-work have been momentarily interrupted by the fact that, “Janie’s Got a Gun” just came on the radio, and just in time to punctuate my last irrational thought! Either the universe is encouraging me to laugh at myself for a minute, of the universe is telling me… (insert unsettling maniacal laughter).
* I discovered that the “jam” the printer was claiming was, in fact, imaginary or otherwise invented…..by the printer.
I have been having problems with the printer near my desk. In an effort to seek revenge on the inanimate printer (post screaming various “Corporate-unfriendly” words at it to such an extent that people have been closing their office doors and avoiding eye contact with me*), I sent out a note to the office informing them that one of printers was not working and to avoid sending anything to that printer until further notice. Emily-1, Printer-1. Ha! To add insult to injury, the whitest white collar in the office, who undoubtedly has made it this far in life without owning a single tool, succeeded in resolving the imaginary jam after haphazardly trying his unskilled hand at it for two minutes.
My festering bitterness and gripes with all-things-life-and-work have been momentarily interrupted by the fact that, “Janie’s Got a Gun” just came on the radio, and just in time to punctuate my last irrational thought! Either the universe is encouraging me to laugh at myself for a minute, of the universe is telling me… (insert unsettling maniacal laughter).
* I discovered that the “jam” the printer was claiming was, in fact, imaginary or otherwise invented…..by the printer.
