There are times when I really like this job - everything works (including my brain), I can meet the challenges they throw my way, and I get paid a nice amount of money to fix problems and occasionally check the internet and my mail.
And then there are moments when nothing works. When someone changes the system config back after we changed it in the first place; and the documentation on a program claims it does X when it doesn't resulting in an infinite loop that leaves the program's butt hanging out in the system space; and the system says we have to jump through hoop P while it goes to check hoop Q...and my head hurts and I want to go HOME and WRITE!
wuh? tuh? fuh? buh? guh?
Although that will probably make my head hurt more 'cos of the Threat Of Sue and the Attempts To Write Something Worth Reading.
Also, there is not enough smut for pairings I want to read. Hell, there ain't enough good fic for the pairings or scenarios I want to read. And even the Isis Awards (have you voted?) aren't providing me with the kind of quality that the fic-snob in me demands.
Another half-hour. *counts down*
And then there are moments when nothing works. When someone changes the system config back after we changed it in the first place; and the documentation on a program claims it does X when it doesn't resulting in an infinite loop that leaves the program's butt hanging out in the system space; and the system says we have to jump through hoop P while it goes to check hoop Q...and my head hurts and I want to go HOME and WRITE!
wuh? tuh? fuh? buh? guh?
Although that will probably make my head hurt more 'cos of the Threat Of Sue and the Attempts To Write Something Worth Reading.
Also, there is not enough smut for pairings I want to read. Hell, there ain't enough good fic for the pairings or scenarios I want to read. And even the Isis Awards (have you voted?) aren't providing me with the kind of quality that the fic-snob in me demands.
Another half-hour. *counts down*