Oh how I've missed the datamine. Missed the petty bickering, the politics and equipment that doesn't work correctly. Take for instance, the guy on the other side of the wall kicked it (the wall) and knocked out BBQer's computers and my monitor. It took me about twenty minutes to get around to fixing the issue. It took me all of two minutes after the Gnome said hi to request a conference so I could piss and moan. It took me four hours to calm down and write an e-mail to a cow-orker. (Three drafts later.)

It's not what I want. It maybe not what you want but it's what you bloodly well asked for. Learn to communicate better, whiner.

1 comment:

Amy Lane said...

Yeah... the work honeymoon is usually over after the first paycheck... and it's REALLY hard to get that magic back!