End on a High Note
Last night I searched the web for something to entertain me. Anything. I like my job, but after 8 days straight, I start to get a little tired of it. It starts wearing me down, and without any fun time, I start to remember that all this work is going towards a raise or promotion that the company isn’t in a position to give.

I’ll tell you though, even though it’s stressful and I’ve done it a ton of times, successfully planning, coordinating, and executing a 16,000+ machine rollout worldwide is pretty cool. And even though it wears me down, and no matter what crumbs fall of the table again this year, I am proud of my work and I feel accomplished in it. It’s a stupid ideal, but it seems to be the only reward available these days.

End on a Low Note

1. The world of technology is vast. As technical folks, we all have our areas of expertise, and I don’t expect you to know as much about my particular area of expertise is as I do. What I do expect from you as a technical person is that if you happen to get an error message that says “Error: See c:\windows\temp\errorlog.txt for details,” your intellectual curiosity will compel you to do the bare minimum and at least open the fucking log before you fire me an e-mail to look at the issue.
2. If my server is pegged because it’s pushing out installation after installation, don’t ride me about reports being slow. I know that they are slow. You know they are slow. We all know they are slow. There is no need to compound the problem by taxing the server with additional reports or taxing the administrator with additional troubleshooting just to provide proof that he knows his shit.
3. Whenever the administrator sees the little mail icon pop up in his system tray, he feels compelled to check it, lest it is an important question from his boss. When it turns out to be a Republican vs. Democrat flame war that incessantly interrupts his troubleshooting, and he asks you to take him off the thread, he’s not being anti-social. He’s really, really busy and needs all the time he’s got right now. So, grant him a small courtesy and take him off the fucking thread.

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