jameydee: (oren kill bill Asian race card)
I have ranted more than once about the corners cut at work.  And one of my major rants has been about the absolute stupidity of entrusting a major million dollar project to a single consumer-grade, off-the-shelf, SHARED USB drive instead of working off a proper server with RAID 5 and full data redundancy and nightly backups.

Here's the payoff:  with a dozen graphics left to go before we finish the project, finish as in DONE, GONE, DELIVERED, END OF CONTRACT...

With a few hours of work left to go before we can kiss this project goodbye forever, this project which I sold my soul for, which I turned down two other positions because of my misplaced sense of honor, because I had promised I would see the contract through...

Yes, mere hours before my period of servitude would be over, when I could rightfully consider myself a free agent again...

the drive dies.

the drive dies.

the drive dies.

The repetition is to give you a sense of my Rainman-type rocking back and forth as I chant the words.

I was hoping it was merely the freakin' USB interface.  We tried the firewire interface.  Then we cracked the case, extracted the SATA drive and connected it directly to the computer.

Last I saw, it was dead, Jim.

This is the ULTIMATE example of why I am a mess.  After TWO YEARS of this type of incompetency...

This is why I am in the state I am in.

Why I don't sleep.

Why my insides are being eaten away from the inside.

Why I drift off into reveries trying to go to my happy place.

Why I am depressed.

Why I take sanity breaks in the middle of my workday where I simply FLEE the premises to find solace among books.

BECAUSE WORK IS DRIVING ME BUG-F'CKING CRAZY! 

BECAUSE I WANT SO BADLY TO THROTTLE SOMEONE. 

BECAUSE THEY LOOK AT ME BLANKLY WHEN I SAY THE WORDS "VERSION CONTROL" AND "REUSABILITY" AND "TEMPLATING" AND "DATA REDUNDANCY"

::falls down weeping, wanting someone to take her away to a nice quiet padded room::

Can I get Workman's Comp for a full-scale nervous breakdown?  Because, you know, I'm like, THERE.

Cabin fever

Aug. 4th, 2008 09:25 am
jameydee: (Default)
Anyone else work with restricted access stuff? After two years, I gotta say I'm tired of being locked up in a tiny room with the same three people and no internet access except my cell phone.

The singlemost stupid move I made in the past year was not taking the frickin job offer, not hopping into Tedy's old job.

Stoopid! :: bangs head on wall:: Stoopid! :: bangs head on wall::

Rinse and repeat ad infinitum.
jameydee: (Default)
They're MAD! MAD, I tell you! Q/A has gone abso-f*cking-lutely insane.

Test against the requirements, not against your expectations. I see a error report filed because the tester "thought they should see..." No, no, no, that's not what you're there for! That's not what the requirements say!

What makes me insane is that the testing and function departments actually got together and rewrote the requirements as we were testing--requirements are a moving target at best, so it's bad enough to have to code against ever-changing requirements, but now to get swipes due to tester expectations? No, ain't gonna change it. Won't do it. Can't make me. It ain't in the requirements. Go tell someone to rewrite the requirements to meet your expectations and then I'll change the code.

I'm actually upset because the requirement writer added a little phrase that breaks one of my carefully crafted validations and will take a major rewrite of an entire segment of the web app. What pisses me off is that I *KNOW* the customer will hate the change. But, no, it's in the requirements now. I must make the change. Until the customer sees the change in action and wants it gone again.

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