I had a triple-clusterfuck today.
“Is that even possible?” you ask.
Yes.
It is.
Went to the DMV this morning to take my motorcycle license test. I passed it, but they couldn’t do anything because the computer system was down. I could have waited, but I just left. I was late for work.
#2: I arrive at the University/65th stop where I transfer to light rail, and it looks like fucking Ellis Island. There are crowds of people milling around. People had been murmuring about light rail being dead, and it was true. Had to take a shuttle bus to 30th and walk like seven blocks from there.
#3: I get to work and sitting at my desk is a shiny new 1.8GHz iMac G5 with 1GB of RAM. “Sweet!” I think. However, it turns out that the lady that is in charge of all the money (the one who annoyingly blasts country music all day and one time told me not to get onions in my Subway sandwiches because she didn’t like them), she locked me out of the system. She won’t give me administrator access. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t workarounds, it just makes my life harder. I was thinking for days about what I would name my new computer at work (since they all have names). I turned it on and it had this ghetto looking icon and it was called “Merlin.”
Okay….fuck you.
I asked her about it, rather sarcastically, “We can’t name our own computers?”
“No,” she said, “we named it for you. It goes with the rest of them.”
“WE?”
“WE.”
No, it doesn’t. That was just the last straw. And then she basically said to me “Well, before you came here everybody came to me to ask about computer stuff.” And, implicitly, “I know you know more about computers than me, but I’m going to use my seniority to make your life a living hell so that I can be the one everyone comes to about tech problems.
I’m sorry if I’m an asshole, I just wanted to name my own fucking computer. Is that so much to ask? Fucking Christ, I hate everyone.
I MUST finish college so I can tell “toxic people”, as my mother would say, like this to fuck off.