August 5th, 2006

running, bomb tech

Assorted, including some bad and good, and a little ugly.

http://community.livejournal.com/frankthecomic/10422.html You want new site design?

http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/journalgazette/15185229.htm ...OW. Bees + car wreck = bad.

Work was all kinds of crazy. The good kind was when I got summoned into the office and told that I am officially a Supervisor; I can call myself a Supervisor (rather than a Phone Goon Pulled to Assist) starting now; I will get paid as a Supervisor starting Monday.

Between this raise and the last one, I do believe that I might be in the range of "earning an amount of money that keeps me reasonably happy", which is a good place to be.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/5247222.stm should, with any hope, keep the streets of Phoenix somewhat safer.

http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/5368383.html -- hilarious icon, dreadfully hilarious idea.
running, bomb tech

I am reliably informed that sleep will happen "pretty soon now".

Tomorrow, I wake up when I wake up, and not an instant sooner.

The escalation manager called. I was, for once, neither at work nor asleep. I did sound somewhat unexploded, and I remained that way. Will ship off Thalia when I am damn well ready and not before. Let the woman know that e-mail is the preferred way of contacting me. The message on the answering machine that says so will be remaining. Got her to re-send her information, as I had not gotten it earlier. Am still too angry to talk in any depth about the issue, so did not discuss it with her. Writing is much better. (And no, John, further lectures on the topic of proper treatment of tech support phone goons Will Not Help Matters. At all.)

Work is welcome, after dealing with BOfD.

Pink Shirt Guy called me into the office when I got there. He told me about my promotion. I was gleeful. I'd heard that this was in the works for a while, but it was nice to actually get promoted! Homie G, Trendy Chick, and few other people got promoted at the same time. I got my annual raise a few weeks ago; now I get a supervisor raise too! Glee!

I checked my e-mail, and found that our guru had modified one of the programs (the problematical one!) to spit up job number, ID number, and zeroes where appropriate, instead of no job number, no ID number, and blanks instead of zeroes. Oh, and drag up the job that gets stored in three-month blocks instead of one-month blocks as one-month blocks. Further glee!

The sheer glee was short-lived, as I holed myself up in the cavernous training room and buried my head in Queen Bee Monitor's spreadsheets, in hot pursuit of the numbers. I emerged two hours later, spitting, snarling, and ready to heave large and heavy objects at my predecessor's soon-to-be-pre-deceased head.

There are statistical obscenities in that thing. Obscenities. I plan to have words with and/or at Management and make it plain that they will not be repeated in the name of duplication. For that would be Bad.

I held an up-training class after we'd done the lunch thing. Apple sauce, as good as it is, is not a complete breakfast if I am going to be doing the brain thing. I had been expecting twelve people; only six were in and were able to be found. It was a rousing session, with discussion about what some people would like to do to some of the clients who provide rather unfortunate survey design.

I reviewed some individual stats after the session proper was over. I like being able to write ad hoc queries, and/or modify existing queries to get what I need out of the database. It was a delight! There was sarcastic commentary over my shoulder; the phone goons understand that this is a project under development. (I am gaining reputation points in this fashion.)

Talked with Stressy College Chick about the latest Leftover Leftovers Issue. Made the appropriate analogy involving the KKK; she allowed as how that sort of thing would be mighty disturbing. Communication? What's that? (My satellite manager had evidently not had words with his, so I had the words myself, see.)

Ikea later on today. hcolleen says that smmc needs to give me the hairy eyeball at each proposed purchase of mine and ask me, "So where are you going to put that?" Obscene answers are evidently not acceptable answers for these purposes.

I must remember to call Darkside, for he will surely want to hear about me vs. the spreadsheets. I can't wait until it's switchboard time.
running, bomb tech

Ikea raid happening in ... now.

Meeting up with smmc and family at Ikea at 3:30. Have cellphones, so tag will ensue if we don't actually find each other at the restaurant as planned.

There is also a Fry's Electronics in the neighborhood. Hmm.

Have cellphone, have water, have ice packs, have freezer-bag, have journal and pen(s). Good to go!