Of Pens and Swords

Let’s start at, oh, say, 1AM monday Morning. There’s a problem, and a certain section cannot access any of their databases. The come, get me, so they can do the 20 minutes of requisite work. No problem….I start looking at the problem, and it is odd. It seems to be more of a permission pushed down to the workstations rather than a problem on the database. So, off to do the circle jerk troubleshoot walk…to the NOC. I talked to one guy in there, ask if they’re pushing down permissions or policies again without notifying anybody (like that never happens) and they tell me, Nope, we don’t do that here…Really? hmmm. Who does? Doha. What’s their number(s). So, I get their numbers, and call. I get a PFC who doesn’t have a clue as to what I’m saying. So I talk sloooowwwweeeeerrrrr, and go into entirely too much detail (especially since she was the night shift helpdesk person….helping with what?) I say, I have to talk to someone now, not in the morning. She says, well, I’m the only one here. I said, you have a boss, correct? She says, yes, Major soandso. I said, call him….but he’s sleeping sergeant. Wake him…I’m not supposed to sergeant. I’ll take the blame, I don’t care….tell him LTC whawha says to get up and answer my questions (the LTC’s name being used in vane…hey whatever, right) so after 10 minutes of convincing the PFC to wake up the Major, she does. Well, I get a call back, and the Major doesn’t seem to have a clue as to what I’m talking about, seems to think that the NOC here would know. I call them again, and they still don’t know what the hell…

Anyways, I found a work-around for the problem, since I can’t get ahold of anybody at 3am. I pass out the information, and decide to check my mail. I was going to just send an email to the boss so that he didn’t expect me in work in a couple of hours…anyways, there’s an email in my inbox that says exactly what I wanted to know. Supposedly the email was sent out at 930am the day before, but since I left work about 6pm and never got it before then…anyways, problem solved.

I come in the next day, and an email is in from the HMFIC of our cell block, something about someone got offended, and please stop because his pussy hurt…boo fucking hoo. I snapped, and sent out an email to everyone saying to grow up, quit being bitches, grow a pair of balls, so forth. Me personally, I’m sick and god-damned tired of catering to the weakest person…don’t offend him, he’s small and can’t defend himself…BULLSHIT! He’s a fucking spoiled brat who got every goddamned thing he wanted growing up, and now expects other adults to give him that now. Don’t make my life uncomfortable or I’m going to cry like a GODDAMNED FUCKING PUSSY!!! Boo Hoo, I got sand on my clit…If I’m made to apologize for being too hard on the snot nosed kids of our cell block, here’s what it’ll sound like….I’m sorry to each and every one of you. I’m sorry that your parents were too lazy to actually raise you and gave you everything you ever wanted to just keep you shut up. I’m sorry that you feel that your weakness is your strength to use against other people. I’m sorry that you bought into all of this PC shit that caters to the weakest person, sorry for you believing it’s your given right to never be offended, and I’m sorry that you’re wrong. I’m not sorry for what I said to you, however, and I’m sorry that I’ll end up hurting your poor little weak feelings all the time, as well as the rest of those in your breed that believe they’re afforded unalienable rights in which in fact don’t exist. I’m sorry you haven’t found the time to mature into an adult, but I’m not sorry that I’m mad you’re stealing my O2. I’m sorry I made you piss your pants because I said something to you, you weak weak weak individual. I’m sorry that you of all people consider yourself a soldier. Any questions?

ahh, got that off my chest…
In the news, NASA can’t explain why foam is still falling off of the main rocket tank during takeoff….Um, guys, I’m no rocket scientist, but I do believe that a friggin HUGE rocket tank strapped to two HUGE Rockets and a shuttle, going really fast to reach escape velocity, may in fact vibrate just a little. Not a lot mind you. I’d say it would be slightly akin to driving down a severly washed out road in a car with no shocks at about 150 mph. Just a little vibration. you think maybe the foam is just getting, I dunno, shaken off? put a hair net on it…

More…In Richmond, VA, a local school district was selling 4 year old Mac laptops for $50 a piece…which caused a stampede of people…One lady was reported to have pissed her pants so she didn’t lose her place in line, while another 20 yr old boy was said to have brought a folding chair and used it to beat people back from cutting in line…People are sheep…