on the plus side, we’re only up to E, whereas this time last year, we were at K. So maybe there won’t be so many storms this season
I still remember Gloria in '85, not so much for the devastation, but for the aftermath and how it affected my job - also it was my first hurricane since I moved out of my parents house. I was 27. I taped all the windows and opened them all just a crack, unplugged everything, took my pillow, comforter, battery op radio, and flashlight, and sat, huddled, on the floor in the dead center of my apartment. And nothing happened - the eye of the storm went right over and then all it did was rain a lot.
Congrats on the job rigs!
Dotty, I happen to own a FCM original piece, and it is not [del]poo[/del] chocolate coloured at all. It’s more of a dried snot color.
Speaking of dried snot, I have lots of it. We’ve been complaining for almost two years about there being some sort of environmental problem in our building. Turns out we were right, it’s mold infested.
Odd thing is, none of the management types seem to be concerned about the possibility of health problems for us, they’re too busy fighting it out over who’s budget code will have to be used to pay for the cleaning. Or maybe not so odd, considering thier track record for employee appreciation. . .
The management types won’t even get the mold tested to see what kind it is, so my cow-orkers and I are ordering a test kit today to make sure that none of it is the really toxic stuff.
In the mean time one of the housekeeping guys has been “cleaning” it up with a vacuum cleaner and a damp rag. I was always under the impression that damp = good mold growing territory, but perhaps I’m wrong. So, as a result of all of the stirred up mold, I have a surplus of FCM Pottery Color #WELBY - Old Snot No. 5 collecting on tissues in my trash can.
Oh, fiddlesticks. I screwed up the coding on the puns. Well, you can still read them, so won’t repost them. But that’s very annoying. I even previewed and everything! :smack:
welby’s management: Environmental problems? It’s all in your head.
welby and coworkers: No it’snot.
My connection isn’t very reliable, so I must be quick. Alas, no uploading pictures from the wax museum for now. I might go ahead and blow another 12 euro on the hotel connection tonight, just so I can get all the pictures up.
Wax museum was fun, there was one section that was supposed to be a haunted, scary pirate house or something. There were live actors in it, though, and luckily, we had two screamy girls in front of us, so when the “fake” guy in the cage jumped up and started rattling and reaching through the bars, it wasn’t us he was reaching for. My roommate had just been nearly frightened to death by an animatronic giant, and that brownie was starting to kick in for me, so we were very happy not to be the object of his attentions.
Yesterday was cold and rainy, so we stayed in the hotel, read, and caught up on sleep. This morning, we went to the zoo. Pictures of monkeys and jungle cats to follow eventually.
Appropriate sympathies, congratulations, and well-wishes for now, I’ll read the whole damn thing when I’m not completely effed up in a coffeehouse.
I still don’t see why people get their panties in a wad over mold IF IT’S NOT IN THE DUCTWORK WHERE YOU CAN’T REACH IT. Both houses I’ve owned had it growing on the drywall. A few minutes with a bucket of bleach and a sponge had it all gone and not even apparent that it ever was there. Screw the EPA and building inspectors.
In the ducts, that’s a whole 'nuther story, and $$$ to have them cleaned. I lucked out, because the new VunderLair doesn’t have heating ducts.
Welby, of course this doesn’t apply to you. It’s the pointy haired boss’ responsibility to provide a safe environment, and they’re falling down on the job by arguing about who takes the budget hit. When I’m given my rightful place as god-king, I’ will decree that all of their budgets get hit for the tab, and they need to shut up or I’ll have them drawn and quartered for contempt to the crown.
Did I kill the thread? No one’s posted in an hour and a half… 
Here I am! Didja miss me?
We’re having printing problems and email problems at work. So a lot of bitching and whining is going on around me. It’s so much fun to be in a cube farm.
I got my stuff done yesterday (by deadline time) and today we had a meeting with the customer. Everything looks good! Woo-hoo!
So today I get to goof off a bit. And yesterday I was told I don’t have to work on the nasty icky overseas project. Woo-hoo again!
Off to surf the Dope a little…
Where were you for Gloria? I was still living at home in CT when it came through (I was around 9 years old) and it was pretty crazy. That day was the only time I’d seen the family dog scared of anything. She just sat next to whichever family member was closest and whimpered. We lived way out in the boonies, and it took the power company about 11 days to get our power back on. We got at least a week off from school because the buses couldn’t make it up our road (and a bunch of other roads in town). I thought it was an adventure more than anything else ('cause I was 9).
So, does Rue even post in these things anymore? Normally I’d be all in the loop and stuff, but I’ve been slacking on the whole cool-kid-posting-in-the-MMP-thing.
Morning!
Our board meeting went fairly well, only about a dozen slams at the old board this time, and we made progress towards our goal of revitalizing our chapter. We agreed that it’s going to take this entire year just to get the chapter back on its feet and it will be next year’s board that reaps the fruit of our labor. Or words to that effect.
I’m doing a secret pal bag exchange on another board, and the woman whose name I received wants something so [del]boring[/del] classic that I’m afraid I’m going to poke my eye out with a knitting needle attempting it. Black or navy, no yellow, no pastels, no Southwestern colors, no texture, no trim, what’s the point? Make it yourself! I feel like I’ve been given a commission, one that I would refuse IRL. On the upside, the woman who has my name is in Japan, so that part is good.
Just got back from a stupid SAP issue. Who thought implementing SAP without user input was a good idea? It’s been over a year and they’re still fixing the damn thing. Oh, wait, they implemented the system they wanted people to use, not the one people actually used or even could use. They’ve had to re-create parts of the old system even to the faux green bar paper. That part’s actually pretty funny, though.
Who thought implementing SAP period was a good idea?
I hate SAP…and I’m not even an IT worker…
Hi! Hi! Hi! Just a quick drive-by post to welcome the newbies and welcome the sometime or older posters back to the Cool Kids place.
I’m going to be bald by the end of the day! I’m trying to do a left outer join between two Access tables on name fields, but it won’t work because there’s something wrong my syntax. I am full of grrrrrrrr! I know it’s simple; I’ve done it before, but it isn’t working today! Wah!
**jayjay ** - what is SAP when it isn’t secondary audio programming on your TV? - what gets me is the “you have no choice but to read these Spanish subtitles, open captioned, which obliterate the lower portion of the screen. Flipping the CC switch on your TV will do you no good. Bwahahahaha”
lightingtool - I was and still am on Lawn Guylandt. What drove me nuts in the aftermath was customers calling “I want my cable back on!” “Do you have electricity?” “no, but I’m using a battery operated TV” And these calls were coming in before midnight the day of the storm! When my friend and I got off work at 2:00am, we went back to her place and got high and laughed about all the idjit customers.
While the Cello is actually my favorite instrument (I would play if I had any musical talent at all, but alas I was the guy who almost always lost when we were competing for second to last chair), the name actually comes from an episode of NewsRadio wherein John Loveitz’ character is listing off his various radio alias’, “In Houston it was a rock station, so I was Knute Rockney, in Kansas City it was classical, hence the name Alistair McCello”.
Of course as one of the cool kids you clearly knew that already, you just wanted to give me a chance to make myself look cooler. Thanks!
I would elaborate more, but I need to pack as I am flying out to Colorado tonight on my first business trip ever.
SAP is a German business “middleware” product that generally is installed thusly:
Company has an itch to do something about how they run their internal processes - how they handle customer accounts, supply ordering, etc.
They see the letters SAP and think “It’s a three-letter acronym! It must be good!”
They hire a SAP consultant, who comes in, examines everything and goes away for a while.
The consultant comes back, arranges the installation of new computers and says the company has to change every blessed thing they do in order to work with SAP while waving a shiny pocketwatch as a distraction.
Everyone starts griping at how everything used to just work, now it’s all different and wrong.
sounds like what we wnet thru a few years ago when some muckity-mcuk got it in his bonnet that there was a better database set up than the one we’ve been using since the year of the flood. I was part of a team that examined what the current system could do and prepared reports for the proponants of the new system saying “this is what we need it to do”
they said " it doesn’t do that - could you deal with it doing this?"
we said “not without totally revamping existing protocols and procedures and coming up with entirely new job functions, plus transferring all 600 thousand customers to the new databse”
they said “how long would that take you?”
we said nothing, we just ran around opicking our jaws up off the floor. Eventually they gave up and reasoned it would be more cost efficient to jsut upgrade the current system with its oarent company
Mister Stringed Instrument is gonna fit right in here…and have fun in the Colorado. I believe the state has fully recovered from my being a student there for awhile in the 80’s…
Back from the [del]Temple of Life[/del] library and I must say, this whole page thingy is more complicated than it looks. I’m sure I’ll get it, but my head is twirling with numbers at present.
Plus, I came out and it was raining AGAIN. A fine Scottish mist, actually–except that I live in IL and it’s August!
I am not complaining re the coolness; I like cool. But it’s so damned wet!
I dunno what SAP is either. Maybe it’s SOP’s cousin.
Off to read shit for grad school–I may wear my eyes out!
Mister Stringed Instrument is gonna fit right in here…and have fun in the Colorado. I believe the state has fully recovered from my being a student there for awhile in the 80’s…
Back from the [del]Temple of Life[/del] library and I must say, this whole page thingy is more complicated than it looks. I’m sure I’ll get it, but my head is twirling with numbers at present.
Plus, I came out and it was raining AGAIN. A fine Scottish mist, actually–except that I live in IL and it’s August!
I am not complaining re the coolness; I like cool. But it’s so damned wet!
oops-forgot. No, I am still a nurse until May of 07…
I dunno what SAP is either. Maybe it’s SOP’s cousin.
Off to read shit for grad school–I may wear my eyes out!
I have a problem with repeating myself.
What gotpasswords said. SAP is a business program which nobody really knows anything about except that “we gotta have it” and which, within 6 months of installation, makes everyone who’s working with it want to personally run to the server that’s running it and rip it out of the hard drive with their bare hands, while simultaneously slapping the person who approved its installation.
I think SAP stands for Some Awful Pain. Or Still Awfully Painful. Or Some **A****hole had too much time on his hands and felt like revamping all of our business Processes for no good reason. Actually, we did have a reason - our mainframes were old and tired and the programs, which probably ran on punch cards, well, those punch cards were getting mighty worn.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old mainframe died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
Its life seconds numbering,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old mainframe died.
And that is how we ended up with SAP.
jayjay, 6 months is far too long. We were ready to commit murder and mayhem by day 2.