Favre in Purple is a Travesty.

REALLY? REALLY? Who thinks the possibility of Favre joining the Vikings is a good idea? Hello, Fan Base here. What the hell am I supposed to do? I HATE THAT GUY. Probably the most hated player in all sports and I am a big sports fan.

How about we field a team and beat the Pack without the face of their franchise?

I do not know the definition of weekend...

I always thought that "weekend" meant having time off to do those things you can't do during week. Maybe even doing something fun. It suddenly occurs to me that weekend means that for some people, but for me it means, I don't go to the office.

I do make plans like normal people--usually. Ok, sometimes; however, I end up doing about 25% of the things I WANT to do and about 100% more work than I want to do.

This weekend:
Planned: finish all my work up Friday night, so I could catch up domestically (grocery shopping, dishes, vacuuming, etc) and actually spend some time with the boy. We had a birthday party Saturday and a trip to the pool planed for Sunday. Puppy training class Sunday morning. Also, I hoped to sleep since weekdays net to about 4-5 hrs. a night.

Actual: all holy hell broke loose with a production problem, so planned Friday work deferred to Saturday. Worked 4 hrs. Friday night to resolve issue. Handed off to other team members. Worked 4 hrs. Saturday morning and encounter same bug we just dealt with in production. Had to leave for errands and party. Receive 4 emergency emails and a voicemail during one 2 hr. birthday party. Person on team with next task is not available--decided to go to mountains (wtf? I'm going to decide to go to mountains with production problem--watch me get fired for that) Can I please do that? equals another 2 hrs. Plan to finish deferred work Saturday night to at least salvage Sunday. Power outage for 4 hrs. 6:30-9:15. Too tired to work. Manage 30 min. Go to bed. Get up at 6 on Sunday to work on original weekend task. Continue to encounter bug --work for 3 hrs. troubleshooting. Go to puppy class, finish errands, do chores with attempts to work on problem equaling another 2 hrs.

This weekend is a worse disaster than most. Everything is broken, no one is reachable, and everyone wants this shit by Monday. Of course, I didn't introduce the bug that is currently wreaking havoc. As work goes, I have had worse weekends of course--with more hours especially, but I especially hate when not one thing goes right.

So here it is 4pm on Sunday and I am more tired than I was on Friday. Last week sucked ass and this one isn't looking much better. Fantastic.

Fuck it, I'm done for the weekend. The bug is going to have to wait until Monday morning.
I have a kid, a dog, and a house I mostly ignored all weekend. Bite me.

This blog entry is a rant--if you don't like it, suck it.

As you can see, I've been MIA. I had a nice badly needed vacation with the family Up North. Yes, I said "Up North" in caps because that is what Minnesotans say. We camped in my Grandparents' yard, resisted all attempts to have a political conversation, didn't argue too much, and played cards. If I hadn't worked 30 hrs, it would have been perfect. Typically Midwestern. The only thing we missed was a Twins game.

We returned home and a week later found out our dog, Rosa (see her above at Ramsey Falls), had advanced stage lymphoma. She lasted 2 days. Many tears later, we have a puppy--Meet Popcorn aka Poppy and PopPop.


We have just set the stage for my rant. I work A LOT. I hired a dog walker to come over 3 days/week to let her out to do her business. She has kids and a dog--fantastic, good for socialization. I am easy-going--nice even. IRL. Shut up, I know it's hard to believe, but it is true. I tell her, don't sweat the kids playing with the toys. As long as they are put away when you leave, I don't care.

She has been by 4 times so far. One of them was an emergency call on Tuesday because the sky was falling (as usual) at work. Three of those days I came home to toys all over the floor in playroom and/or the boy's room. Seriously? Pictured below is Friday's mess. This is the latest and worst of them. Isn't it great? Exactly what I look forward to when I come home from a shitty day at the office.


I picked them up and found that the some of the Transformers are in pieces, in this case fixable pieces, but pieces nonetheless, playsets which have many small parts have been dumped randomly in the toy box with baby dino broken, and right now I am just pissed. Of course I'll be calling her to tell either the toys are off limits or they are treated with care and put away, but, really? I really need to have this conversation with someone?

Now on to today, aka Rant #2. Big 5 Consulting, you are a bunch of whiny-ass babies who create work effort to stay employed. You do not need a fucking status every 30 minutes throughout the night and weekend when your next pick up window is Monday at 5am. When you are told we will make the next window, you do not need an ETA at 10:30pm on Friday night, or 10AM Saturday, or Noon on Saturday, or 2pm on Saturday...fuck that shit. Your last pickup for the weekend was Friday at 5pm Central Time. I know this because you told me. It makes no damn difference if I send it Friday at 5:01PM Central or Monday at 4:59AM. You bastards are reincarnated cockroaches with a base instinct to plague those you have a small amount of control over. Get over yourselves or go whine to your mommy. My 5 year-old has more common courtesy than you do.

You might note from above that I now have to work through the weekend (again.) to get my normal job done AND be on call because the whiny-ass babies need instant responses--and really, they escalate everything to management, so I'm not sure why we bother.

I bet you're glad you stopped in to read, right?

Today's recommendation: Do not enter the IT field unless you enjoy whiny-ass bastards.

That pretty much wraps up this shitty mess for today. See you next time.