Journal guinness_duck's Journal: The nightmare begins.
Right, our company is about to do our big web launch in a couple of days. November 1st will be the back show time, let the games begin - it'll be when I get to find out if I keep getting paychecks or not. You know, the important stuff really.
I don't actually write any of the code for our site. Or implement or design any of the code. I don't oversee the code, or anything much at all with it. See, we could change our business model overnight and I probably wouldn't even notice because I don't even look at our website. Dedicated employee, right? Well what I get to do is second line tech support. I don't deal with the great unwashed hoardes, I just deal with the people who make all this stuff up. Yup, I deal with the internal guts of our network and those people who happily break it. And with the launch date looming you better believe that there's a lot of breaking going on. I've found these few moments to escape, have some combos, toss back some Code Red, and ignore the paniced screams of Intermapper as another server tanks.
This job is still shades better than any of the ones I had before. Before I was the front line tech support at a major univerisity - at least they think they're pretty major and some people are inclined to agree, personally they robbed me of my will to live for 4 years so I don't have many nice things to say. Slowly the life comes seeping back to me, but as I take a gander at me inbox I can feel that life slipping right back out. Programmers know just enough to be really dangerous when it comes to making their OS's unstable. And our network. And of course half the IT staff has to head away this weekend to be at our other site for the launch. So we're bracing. And praying. And hiding from people as they scream their copy of Microsoft Project won't let them print in the appropriate shade of turquoise.
So I think I'm going to find some escape here. A littl release if you will. I've never actually commented on Slashdot so no one here knows me, or really cares about me I'm sure. I might post some, who knows. Generally I read a few layers of comments and by that time my head hurts so much that I can't even begin to think about adding my own two cents. Either that or the boss comes in waving papers and pointing about the latest greatest network security exploit that threatens to bring us down from the inside. I just look at him with my eyes glazed over as he says something I'm sure I don't really care about.
Well I've let the phone go unanswered long enough. Time to do that work thing.
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