Shit Sandwich

This week starts with a meeting with the Crypt Keeper and attempting to explain technology as it applies to business. This is like trying to explain calculus to a cat, except that the cat has a shot. The Sarge came along just to swing his dick. It must feel good in the fresh air.

We got a new member. She's a girl. And she's a stiff. Nice going Sarge. There goes the ass, dick, pussy, fag jokes and racial slurs. And that also means no more burping and farting either Backup. Actually, that may benefit all of us. She's sat with us at lunch, but just doesn't get it. It could be the Junior High mentality. Could be the language barrier. Could be Hannibal and his visual rape stare. Hmmm.

PSA - Tilly has been renamed. Backup came up with it. Imagine a fat Ferris Bueller. That's our Tilly. And it doesn't help that Backup plays the "Bueller. Bueller." soundclip every morning when I come in. Or that we shout it down the hall at him. Just cruel man.

The week ended with the prior week's system crash affecting the sales group. It seems that the people that are supposed to using the system, weren't using it. They were told to use it. But couldn't use it. And threw a hissy fit. It's different when a kid does it. But this crew. Amazing.

Oh. I forgot. The Fan got the axe this week. He knew it was coming but seemed to have an impact just the same. The good part - no more having to listen to WFAN every day, no more listening to speaker phone calls at max volume, and no more "AHHHHHHHHH" beginning every sentence. The bad - no more of the nervous laugh like sound while he wears headphones. Too funny. Oh, and not even an announcement telling the company that he left. Nice send off.

Crash and Dance

What a week. The Sarge's first week at the helm and a major system goes down. Oooohhhhh. This should be it. The Sarge should get whacked. The Sailor in charge? Hmmmmm.

Not so. The Sarge whips out dance steps that Michael Jackson would be shitting his pants over. Spinnin like a break dancer. I never seen shit like this in my life. Me and the Sarge should have been whacked and instead we got accolades over our handling over the situation. If I didn't see it, I wouldn't have believed it.

The meeting I had with the Sarge, Pretty Boy Salesguy, The One Legged Tyrant, and the Whale went well. The Sarge talked about what he's going to do, and everyone else just wants to get their job done. The conversation wanders from hanging the Crypt Keeper (the CFO) to reporting about connectivity to corporate. Great. The idiot against the bullshitters. Must be a full moon.

Ali Babba and Tilly raid CC's office cleaning it out for the new (Sarge) occupant. Now the Sarge swore blind he wasn't taking that office due to bad luck, but something must have changed his mind. Hmmmm.

Talked to the Son today. Just before I left. The Sarge ask me to. That fuck. I re-architected the project while talking to the Son. Considering I was both tired and preoccupied, I was amazingly calm. But when I'm recommending political strategy to the CEO's son, something's very very wrong.

The week ends quietly except for a server move that would have affected all remote users of the CRM package. The Silver Fox happen to mentioned it by phone. I had to assure him that I would intervene with the Sarge and get him out of it. Thank god for spotty cell phone service. Happy Cinco de Miyo.