Brian has left the building!
Yep, I'm a few days late on this, but I'm done working for Uncle Pete. That is, in the direct sense. Now I'm working for his little sister, Seline. If this doesn't make sense, don't worry. I'm just trying to keep it vague enough to write about.
Well here's a fuckin' update for ya!
I am progressing with OPERATION: GITFO slowly but surely. Some days I just have no motivation to do anything, so I don't. But some days are perfect for work; It's quiet, I'm well rested, I've got ample coffee, and it's QUIET.
What is really helping is having New Guy take over the bullshit tickets I get every day. That is helping immensely.
There are some days when I walk into work and I know it is going to be hell. Usually it's because I'm tired, I wake up late, and I made a bunch of changes on Friday that are now coming around on Monday to bite me.
Today fits that bill.
So I started a consulting gig a while back to design a website for a psychotherapist.
Many months later, she's finally wanting to get on with it. This isn't the first consulting job I've offered to do where the client flaked. Super annoying. Anyway, I guess we might be getting on with it.
So we have an account on Host Gator. You don't get SCP or anything cool like that. Just FTP. So I'm finding I'm having trouble remembering how to auto-login to FTP on Linux. So here's how:
Man, it seems that I come back to
Sad, really.
This journal holds a lot of memories, as well as some good knowledge, should I need to revisit a particular issue at any point. It also reminds me of my ingenuity at times. I come back and read something 4 years old and I'm like, "I was a smart motherfucker back then."
I am attempting to straighten out my fucking life.
On the surface, everything seems great. I'm a CS/Math graduate working for a Fortune 500 company doing web infrastructure and development. I'm not in
too bad of shape, fairly good looking, and people seem to like me.
But, dig a little deeper, and you'll see that things are teetering on disaster at any given minute.
I'm fucking sitting here debating with myself over whether it's cool to send out a bit.ly shortened URL of an internal website or not.
I mean, for fuck's sake, what the hell could be wrong with it?!
But that's the mentality here. God forbid you step outside the red tape. I want to use technology. I want to stay current on things. I want to shine.
But it's hard to shine when you're covered in red tape. This is bullshit.
Instead of spending the day coding, I was stuck troubleshooting a
support case. These are my least favorite days.
The support case in question was about writing barcode image files into
a cfdocument.
But the page made a cfhttp call to the page the wrote the image file to
disk, then included it using an img tag. This made it hard to debug.
After enough fucking around with cflog, I narrowed it down to this
error:
Some people are a waste of space. And we know that the only thing keeping them there, always in our way, is the fact that there is a need for them. We love to hate them, but goddamnit, there is a need for them.
Enter Operation Obsolescence. If we can eliminate the need, in theory, that person should simply go away.
We begin by describing the mark's responsibilities:
Math is like love -- a simple idea but it can get complicated. -- R. Drabek
