What can I say? Its time for a little spring-cleaning, soul-cleansing, blood-letting, venting....
Wouldn't you know that the time I actually get back on to post, LJ has serious connectivity/user issues! It has taken me an exhaustive 30 minutes of trying to get on to enter this post. You cant tell me that there are THAT many people out there with something to say! I work with a wide-spread section of society...they dont normally possess anything of interest that would require its posting online.
...and so begins my rant:
Why do idiotic people who don't possess the intellectual abilities of a gerbil-turd feel that it is ok and acceptable to contact the 'IT guy' from Las Vegas at 8pm CST to ask them why they cant get the friggin laptop to work ("Im gonna through it out the window" <-- oh, is that my cue to say: "Oh please dont hurt my tech-friend, he didnt mean it, honest"). What do I care...throw it out the window, I dont think you have the balls. I'd love to see just how high and how many times that fscker bounces! Its EXTREMELY difficult not to tell them 'Because you are not smart enough to operate 'said' machine, and even after walking you through the procedure three times before you left, you still think 'its the computer's fault'. Fscking tools, the lot of 'em. Why is it that they always send the idiots to road-shows?
...they dont pay me enough to support idiot savantes past 5pm CST.
So, Im helping 3 of my old clients pro-bono, because they called me for help, and also so my old company doesn't get another dime from them, plus I just picked up a paying client...one that I was trying to pick up while I was still with my former business. Im getting tired of doing pro-bono work...I dont think I need to explain this...well, maybe to Tom.
They actually called/emailed my old company looking for me, but through a connection, they found me at my new digs. I received the call at 11am. I told them that I would be there at 14:30, if that is acceptable to them. They said 'FantASStic'. Sooooo...what happens when I leave my job and arrive there at 14:30? The guy doing sales for my former business is getting ready to get in his car and leave. Knowing my new client doesnt see patients after 14:00, I casually walk over, shake hands, exchange pleasantries with him, and he proceeds to tell me what and how the company is doing...he finishes by saying 'Im just out beatin the streets'...I respond: "Well it's a good thing you are, because Michael sure as hell wouldn't." Then I proceed to tell him that I dont want to keep my client waiting, and finish with a "I say 'Good day'".
Fast-forward one hour....Michael has his receptionist (acquired through another incentious move with one of our old clients) call me and say, 'Please give us a call, I have a question about our tax info.' Translation: 'We want to know how you are pulling in new clients, that we cant seem to get, due to the fact that we have no idea what an ethical business model or person is. Maybe you would like to do some contract work for us? Maybe we can rape some more clients from you?' Piss off, I say as I patiently wait for my non-compete to expire.
I think its funny how they get tipped off with a desperate 'fish-on-the-line' early in the morning, but dont take action until 14:30!? They are a three-man operation, but yet, I (with a full-time job) can still get the deal done, all the while risking my current employment to do so? Fsking tools, the lot of 'em.
Long story shortened: I installed/configured a wireless network on a separate subnet for his new laptop, using WPA encryption, installed his medical software, being mindfull of HIPAA requirements, in three hours, but only invoiced him for two. I gave the first hour to him for free, as a 'New Client' incentive. He has since called me back a second and a third time for assistance.
I have also resorted to buying beer and drinking on school nights...only one or two, mind you.
My beer of choice is currently Iron City...made in my hometown...Pittsburgh, PA. Something about their lager-esque hues appeals to my blue-collar dna. I actually was going to the store for some Pilsner Urquell (nod to Howton), but instead went with the aluminum-clad Iron City. I was not disappointed, however I can already sense Eric's disappointment. Do not fret mon cherie...I shall purchase a six of PU next go-around and report my findings.
I could continue on further, but I will save that for my next blog-o-the-week. Yes, I will indeed blog yet again before the week is through...
Peace out my techno bretheren and smokin-hot chicas...