Tales of the Fedora

So … work is okay. I’m management now. I’m responsible for about 50-ish people. I have paperwork, and phone calls, and discipline, and pass out orders.

I never expected to be in this position. I mean, I’ve wanted to direct films before, and it’s pretty much the same sort of thing. Telling everyone else to do what your vision of the end product should be. In this case it’s a call center full of people that have to help people with their tax software.

This is just the beginning of the tax season. It will get worse before it gets better.

I continue to wake in the middle of the night from melancholy dreams. I wish that just once I could shut off my brain and relax for just a moment. Just a brief respite.

But I guess that’s nor going to happen anytime soon.

Client calls in saying that the program won’t start. It can’t connect to her server. So I ask to check out the server, but she says it’s not there. It’s in the shop being repaired.

Oh.

It’s funny how just one friend, on one night can make a week perfect. But one moron can ruin an entire day.

But it’s not that bad. People just need to learn not to screw up other scripts, and how to put things back where they found them.