Archive | May 2014

Malware Found

…and this is what I’ve had to deal with for the past week.

When I find the little bastard who created this, I’m strangling him to death. I will kill him until he dies from it. I’m serious.

This particular beauty affects only the one program–InTouch–so far, which also happens to be the receipt program and where every school balances out their funds at the end of the year. It’s also the program the bookstores use, and let me tell you, when that program doesn’t work on Thursday–the last day of school–so seniors can pay off all their overdue fees to graduate, it ain’t a pretty scene when it doesn’t fucking work.




You don’t even want to know what I had to do to get this program to work because it will make you geeks out there cringe. It makes me cringe just thinking about it. I didn’t want to do it, but sometimes, you have to do something temporarily because you’re going to be re-imaging all these damn computers with Windows 7 and 8.1 soon anyway, so fuck it. It doesn’t matter.


“Help desk, this is *Jinxie*. How may I help you?”



Should I Go?

…or should I stay right where I am?

Last week, after the bossman finally made a decision on the new hire to fill my old contract, my actual physical position in the area was apparently up for discussion in the back.


Jinxie: Where’s the new person going, since J’s taking up the only other cubicle?

Bossman: That’s a good question.

C: (to Bossman) And what about when you’re gone? So Jinxie may or may not move back here again?

Bossman: Maybe Jinxie doesn’t want to move back here again. Maybe she likes it up front. All the guys flirt with her.

Jinxie: *laughs*

C: Are you moving back here?

Jinxie: I don’t know now. I kind of like it up here. All the guys flirt with me.


And let me tell you why I’m starting to like it up front…no, it has nothing to do with the guys flirting with me, which they really don’t. It has to do with people of every level in the district that walk through there and talk to me. That’s right, talk. Talking is important. Sitting up front is important. People stop to talk, they’ll remember my face, they’ll remember me. Especially if I can joke around with them. Do you have any idea how important that is in any business?

Right now, some of you are thinking I’m kissing ass. I’m not, but I don’t really give a fuck what anyone thinks. I love my job, yes. I know how to move up, should I choose to do so. That second part is real important. You do that–moving up (don’t sing the Jeffersons theme)–by talking to people, plain and simple. By doing your job to the best of your ability. People who have to ass-kiss are the lazy motherfuckers who don’t do their jobs. They skirt by with the bare minimum. The funny thing is, they actually think bosses don’t notice this, and some don’t. Those are the ones who are blinded by the flattery, who apparently need that feeling it gives them. My boss is laid back and about to retire. He doesn’t give much of a shit about anything right now, certainly not about brown-nosers.

Hiding in the back corner, no one–including the director–ever saw me or knew I was back there. If I stayed back there and wanted to put in for a higher level position, the director wouldn’t even know who the fuck I am. Now, several of the department’s supervisors know me.

The only thing I don’t like about sitting up front is the positioning of my monitors.


I mean, really, it’s hard to hide Facebook when people can see your monitors. Privacy screens aren’t really an option, either, because I can’t make a good argument for them since no students or outside personnel wander into my office.


At any rate, I think I’ll just stay up front. Besides, I really don’t want to move again. This is my third spot in seven months. It’s kinda like when I moved five times in four years and people started calling me Nomad.

Ooh, hello shiny new character!

(just ignore the ADD)

I Can’t Find Anyone

…and where the fuck did they all go?

We’ve been dealing with construction in my building for the past week and everyone has moved. The issue with that is that I can’t find the people I need to talk to for a quick question/answer because they’ve all moved to somewhere else on the property, which has like 10 buildings. TEN!


Oh fine. I’ll just create a $%&*#% work order. *stomps off*

10 Reasons I Suck at Blogging

…and I’ll be amazed if this post actually publishes.

Yeah, yeah, we all know I’m terrible at keeping a schedule with this damn thing, though I do try my best. I honestly don’t know how some authors blog weekly or even daily and still write a book, edit said book, market the book, and work part or full time.


How in the ever-loving fuck do you do it?

Especially if you have kids. I never had kids (which, considering yesterday’s holiday, is a sore subject for me right now) and I have NO TIME for this shit. Yes, I know, a writer doesn’t wait for time to write; a writer MAKES time. But, when said writer’s focus is completely out of whack (totally the medical terminology) and her A.D.D. is in hyperdrive, it’s real fucking hard to concentrate during said slotted time!


At any rate, I still suck at blogging, and here’s why:

10. The Internet is a big, wondrous place filled with never-ending information and…….ooh, shiny!

9.   Movies. Streaming movies and TV shows, several of which I haven’t seen and want to watch. And I have Amazon Prime and access to Netflix.

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8.   Social media, in general. I could list them all, but really, what’s the point when they’re one big lump of fucking distraction.

Photograph: Anatolii Babii /Alamy

Photograph: Anatolii Babii /Alamy

7.  I really was never very good at keeping a diary or journaling, which is essentially what a blog is. We didn’t do that in class when I was in school…well, not until I got to college.

6.  I work full time, and run a publishing company, freelance line/copy edit, and try to write a book now and then. What?

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5.  Because of the above statement, my mind is in twenty different places at once.

4.  And then it jumps to 200,000 different places and skirts the Milky Way with the Doctor. The Doctor and River 3.  I’m sitting here staring at the screen and trying to think of the next two. Whose fucking idea was it to do a Top 10 list for this anyway?

2.  It’s not that I run out of material, really. It’s more that I get too many ideas and when I sit down to write one up, they ALL disappear. I’m only writing this post because I had the idea while sitting at my laptop, whose name is now Bane (see below).

1.  Fucking Google Chrome is the bane of my existence when I have to keep reinstalling it because it won’t open AGAIN on my laptop! This process generally takes an hour minimum but can last upwards of three or more, depending on how pissed off I get and how many times I have to restart my goddamn machine. Yes, I do realize this has nothing to do with blogging, but you see, it actually DOES because without Chrome, I can’t get on here and write this. I don’t want to write posts on my phone. I can’t even imagine what the autocorrect typos would be with that process. I did that 3 hours ago, started this post, added pictures and linky-links, and now it’s 10:00pm and I still have work to get finished. It actually takes a good chunk of time to blog. Time is extremely short and precious to me. And there are ALWAYS mistakes to fix, thereby costing me more precious minutes.

THIS is why I suck at blogging.

See you on Wednesday.

How Many IT Guys…

…does it take to move a desk?

Well, that depends.

So, the entire IT (or IS, as we call it) department/building is under construction…All. At. Once. I came in Monday morning to insanity. Try listening to someone on the phone in the midst of sledgehammers pounding drywall and wood around you. But first, most of the department had to move all of their shit. The majority of this shit got moved all during last week, but at around 3:00pm on Friday, they kicked it into high gear for the last hour or so of the day. Which essentially means they slacked off most of the week. Next thing I know, there’s a bunch of guys in front of my desk trying to move a desk from the office next door. A HUGE desk. I sat and watched, amused.

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I was amused by the fact that TWO guys were actually moving this beast, and THREE were supervising, so I guess the answer to that question is five IT guys. FIVE.