This week has been rough for me. The start of the week was great, and last weekend was one of the better weekends I have had in awhile. The workweek though blew ass. It is the conversations I have with people, they are all the same. I know this is part of the job, but the repetition is killing me, slowly. I realized no matter what answer I give to people about any given situation, it is wrong. I can break down a problem; explain it so even my dead grandmothers would be happy, to no avail. I know most people deal with varying forms of frustration about their particle form of employment. It just seems as of late, for me, it is coming to a head. I fear it maybe leading to some kind of postal outbreak on Jim’s part.
I was happy to read this study done in Ireland; I know what do the Irish know about stress. Just love taking a swipe at the Irish, I don’t why, just seems fun? The study talks about how IT workers, computer guys, are the most stressed out. It brought a little joy to this old man’s heart.
I think it proves one thing, no one knows what the hell they are doing with their computers, and they love to take it out on the people that do. I think it also shows we humans have many things in common, or inability to use technology is just one of them. Given this revelation, why can’t we all just get along, yes I am looking at you Iran.
Best conversation with a client this week:
Jim, I am getting a lot of spam. It is really inappropriate stuff about male enlargement and dirty sex acts. Can you please make it stop; I don’t wish to receive this anymore.
Classic! If I could stop SPAM, I wouldn’t have to talk to you anymore. I would be in gold thrown surround by naked women drinking blood from a goat.
