The hard drive on my piece of crap work computer died an ugly death yesterday afternoon, so now I’m sitting here changing the settings on my new-to-me piece of crap the way I like them (as much as I’m allowed to because of stupid admin restictions). Sometime within the next six months or so we’re all getting brand new pieces of crap (dual processors!) with MicroSoft’s spanky new operating system with all kinds of nice features that our IT people are going to disable so we don’t need to bother, really, but IT people have to eat too. I guess. At this point I’d starve a couple if I thought I could get away with it.
Those jerkwads have the admin controls on these things screwed down so tight that I can’t even change the (now totally unnecessary) screensaver. I can’t even change the screensaver delay time. Also, my network login and email login used to be synchronized, but not any more. Assholes. I hate this stupid computer, I hate the entire IT department, and I hate the guy in the sissy-looking yellow rain slicker who decided to stand in the middle of the street this morning during rush hour and extensively examine his navel, or whatever the hell it was that he was doing.
Which leads me to:
Exgineer’s Life Lesson #465 - The principal problem with being a misanthrope is that you don’t get along with other people very well.