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quittin time
Apr. 13th, 2010 05:31 pmBlah, blah, blah. This promotion...it's just more work, more reports, more phone meetings. And for the same salary. I'm pretty much done for the day, despite the fact I have a gazillion meetings I need to set up. No, not really. More like 10. But, seriously, 10! For just this week? Hell, I have ten phone meetings tomorrow, and none of those are the ones I'm directing. Why? I just don't understand the IT industry at times. I mean, I do, but I'll never accept it. For a while, I really thought it was just me, that I had a unique environment. I don't. Almost every person I know in the industry, and that spans a great many disciplines, all speak ill of the experience. It's stupid, really, when you think about. The best example is one I said before, "Let's have a meeting to talk about when we'll have the meeting." O. M. G. Drives me crazy, and that's a short trip.
Once I fumed out of a meeting in Dallas, irritated as hell that the person peering over my shoulder kept barking out things she wanted. I asked for the customer requirements, which, in real-speak, is the list of things a customer wants you to do for them. Back then, I was a manufacturing planning system prototypist. Nice title, huh? Actually said that on my card. What did I do? I dicked around on the internet, plucking html/xml/oop gadgets to plop into the system model I was building. Effectively, I programmed tiny versions of multi-billion dollar proposals. Like one I did for Palm Computing. That was a pretty cool gig. I worked from home, updating and debugging a site for the Palm executives in Japan, which meant I worked that time zone, overnight my time. That's when Palm was a really big deal. Got a Pilot X out of it, with a titanium case. Ah, the big dot-com days were awesome.
I digress.
So, this bitch is shoulder-surfing, getting all up in my business, and I confronted her on the lack of requirements, which I needed to plan the prototype. "Oh, you don't need that," she says. And how would I know what to build. "Oh, I'll let you know." WHAT? I was livid. And she wouldn't STFU about her direction. Well, we were peers, so I got the hell up and just walked away. The team manager, basically the big boss, comes out of his office, sees me storming.
"Hey, Chris, you okay?" said in a very concerned way.
"No," I replied. "There are too many fucking consultants in here and not enough people to make educated decisions. It's pissing me off."
So Martin stands there, a little taken aback with my reply. Then he laughs and take me into his office, "Come tell me about it." That moron was gone from the team the next day. By the following Monday I had a list of requirements for the prototype.
I'm running off at the mouth again. Blah, blah, blah. I sound like one of my managers. Anyway. You know, seriously, I need to do something else for a living. Yada, yada, yada, I should be thankful for having a job, I know.
Bleh. I need a drink.
Once I fumed out of a meeting in Dallas, irritated as hell that the person peering over my shoulder kept barking out things she wanted. I asked for the customer requirements, which, in real-speak, is the list of things a customer wants you to do for them. Back then, I was a manufacturing planning system prototypist. Nice title, huh? Actually said that on my card. What did I do? I dicked around on the internet, plucking html/xml/oop gadgets to plop into the system model I was building. Effectively, I programmed tiny versions of multi-billion dollar proposals. Like one I did for Palm Computing. That was a pretty cool gig. I worked from home, updating and debugging a site for the Palm executives in Japan, which meant I worked that time zone, overnight my time. That's when Palm was a really big deal. Got a Pilot X out of it, with a titanium case. Ah, the big dot-com days were awesome.
I digress.
So, this bitch is shoulder-surfing, getting all up in my business, and I confronted her on the lack of requirements, which I needed to plan the prototype. "Oh, you don't need that," she says. And how would I know what to build. "Oh, I'll let you know." WHAT? I was livid. And she wouldn't STFU about her direction. Well, we were peers, so I got the hell up and just walked away. The team manager, basically the big boss, comes out of his office, sees me storming.
"Hey, Chris, you okay?" said in a very concerned way.
"No," I replied. "There are too many fucking consultants in here and not enough people to make educated decisions. It's pissing me off."
So Martin stands there, a little taken aback with my reply. Then he laughs and take me into his office, "Come tell me about it." That moron was gone from the team the next day. By the following Monday I had a list of requirements for the prototype.
I'm running off at the mouth again. Blah, blah, blah. I sound like one of my managers. Anyway. You know, seriously, I need to do something else for a living. Yada, yada, yada, I should be thankful for having a job, I know.
Bleh. I need a drink.
