A Brief Note From Cube Town

It was a very busy Monday after one of the groups sent out some patches that if they weren’t installed all of the financial applications would stop working. The only problem was they updated the applications on the server side, but never bothered to send the patches to any of the client-side machines. Oh, and the group who did it was claiming it was the helpdesks fault, even though we don’t even have to ability to push out patches to either servers or clients. Way to go applications group!

Being that it was really busy, there haven’t been a lot of notable events. It seems to just about everyone is burning out all at once and they all seem to want to leave the company or change shifts, but no one wants to move around in a way that you can just swap people back and forth. The Sith Lord is reverting back to a former persona in which he complained about work the second I get in the office. I can only hear “Welcome to Sucksville” so many times before I snap and welcome him to ShutTheFuckUpsville.

Beardface, who has only been a Cuber for about two months, is complaining about never seeing people and being bored, though he cusses and tells people to die in a fire every time the phone rings. Beardface moved from Virginia Beach just before coming back to work here, he’s left and come back twice now, and is living with his parents while they get back on their feet. The crowded house (7-9 people in a 3 bedroom house) is becoming smaller with each day, so nerves are frayed as is, and then to come in and deal with assholes (both co-workers and the people on the phone) only makes it work. The fact that he works late nights and the rest of his family are daywalkers is enough to push you over the edge.

The Gimp, who may be known as The Bear in the future due to my weird dream where he was running around with a bear head on, is reaching his end solely because of his exposure to Nate Dogg. I can imagine how he feels based on my rather limited exposure to him. It’s like babysitting a stoned, retarded child. He has a permanent stoned college kid voice and is a little slow on the draw. Over the time that I’ve known him, I’ve decided that, in all seriousness, he has a learning disability. That’s the only thing that could explain the way he works and the fact that he can’t seem to retain things even after over three years. One thing he seems to have the hardest time with is realizing that calling daywalkers at 3am is bad. The fact that the trouble ticket is dated during the day, was submitted by someone on first shift, and that the sun is not anywhere to be seen doesn’t register with him. No imagine that you have to baby sit this oversized child and having to do your job and most of his and you’d probably start slipping.

I on the other hand am slowly becoming bitter and hateful. Days and days of having idiots ask me the same questions over and over, those would be my coworkers, and never learning, and having abrasive and annoying personalities has reinforced my old hatred of people in general. But I have a week kayaking and beach vacation coming up soon, so maybe I can relax and stave off going postal for just a little bit longer.