This is the stuff in my pockets, except the camera – which is taking the photo. Also, the money is gone.
In a tribute to normalcy, I have resumed feeling sorry for myself rather than Tsunami victims. I still work for them, so try to tether your bile if you’re leaving a comment.
[RADIO EDIT]… One thing I don’t like is that I have yet to meet a client who takes a Website seriously.
I was told to sit at a computer in the office room, so I did, but then some old dude kicked me off to type up some Word Document. I’d spent 15 minutes setting up that computer to not suck, but whatever. Then they brought in another computer and I spent about an hour getting all the porn and spyware and shit off it and downloading OpenOffice and Firefox and stuff.
Then the Opposition Leader comes in with a posse of like 25 people. That’s Ranil Wickremesinghe, the former Prime Minister, former as in ‘What the FK is wrong with you voters’. I am a wretched toady so of course I get up to watch him doing very normal human things like looking at a map and pointing. I’d been to the UNP Media office trying to get content from them and I recognized the nice Tamil Guy in the entourage. I think Tamil Guy might be his job description. He asked me to send an email for him, which would be great except this computer was infested with demons and I was in the middle of cleaning it.
Blah blah blah, I finally got the computer running and got some work done. One of the bright network kids was watching me edit HTML and learning and that was cool. We worked till 1 AM and then I went to bed in the hostel. Now the planning document is online and people have seen it and we probably raised some money. I woke up, meditated a little to clear some of the bile out of my system and went back to work.
But the computer was gone. Someone had physically unplugged the computer and taken it somewhere else. That would be weird, but this is also the 9th time that my computer has either been moved or completely erased. I got pissed but I didn’t say anything stupid. I just got up and went home. I sent an email saying that I would work from home until I could get a stable workspace.
One thing that has been driving me crazy lately is that people seem to think Web Design should be free, and that they give no websites no priority within an organization. I’m not saying this about my management, but I still can’t get people to stop moving my computer. People who blog about work tend to get fired so I should probably stop.
But in short, I feel like invisible dog shit.
These are other things that piss me off:
1) Being called a ‘Volunteer IT Specialist’ as if I am fixing the Air Conditioning
2) The 18,000 usernames and logins I have accumulated
3) Riding the bus for 2 hours
4) Clove Toothpaste
5) The fact that all my expensive tech is useless if I forget the 50 cent charger
6) My Arrogance
7) My Pride
8) Not having my arrogance and pride satisfied
Oh and I forgot a big one, I am tired of people giving me unsolicited and obvious advice on improving the website. I like if designers critique it, and clients have to, but everybody gives me their criticism without understanding the technical and bureaucratic limitations I’m working under. Just shut the fuck up. One time this guy came in and started talking about ‘branding’ and ‘image’ and stuff. I told him to sit down and help me write code and he said he ‘doesn’t do that’. I hate that shit. Either give me code or shut the fuck up.
I wish I wasn’t so intolerant of feedback, cause some of it is actually good. Most of it, however, is stupid or impossible. What hurts is that people just commence to ripping the imperfect solution I spent hours on without buffering my feelings at all. I get 10 criticisms a day and somebody says thanks like once a week.
My life is sooooo hard.