It's Just a Mess
24 October 2000
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It's Just a Mess
24 October 2000
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10:53 PM: I don't get it. Yesterday I thought I was in a funk because I hadn't eaten. Tonight I have a cheesesteak sammich, a milkshake, coffee and a chocolate donut, and still I'm in the same pointless blue mood. If it's about anything at all, I don't know what it is.
But I can guess. It's this goddamn PC, that's what it is - it and all it stands for. It's not being able to take more than two steps towards even getting started on a project I loathe, before I run into yet another permission problem, or undocumented missing obscure Winblows component or COM object or DLL or registry entry or any of the 32,000 other separate little fucking pieces that go into the clearly superior Microsoft technology bandwagon.
I don't want to do any work because I can't - not without coming in at 9 and spending all day going from person to person asking for spare change. I hate that. I just hate it. I don't want to talk to people, I don't want to be dependent on them, that's what this job is supposed to be for, anyway. You know, technical things, technical solutions? But no no, not here. This isn't programming, it's bloody anthropology.
Either that or I'm just on the rag again.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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