List of cheerylilgoth's cast of characters

My cozy group:

Immediate supervisor: VB
Co-worker #1: MS
Co-worker #2: CJ
Co-worker #3: BC
Student Tech 1: GS
Student Tech 1: LZ
Student Tech 3: PT
Student Tech 4: FP
Across the cube 1: NM
Across the cube 2: CT

List of Characters

Frazzled Tech = Me
Daniel Bane = Bane of my existence. I support his servers.
LJ = Our Director
MJ = Our Associate Director
TM = My immediate supervisor
NR = Former boss, now co-worker
GD = Former co-worker (See: GD quits. I'm screwed.)
FZ = Co-worker
BB = Co-worker
DV = Co-worker
MP = Co-worker hippie
FJ = Co-worker
HT = Co-worker
Analog Heretic = Co-worker
MA = Server guy
DD = Server guy
ZG = Server guy
FA = Server guy

Idiot of the Year Award

So Tuesday, I get a request to fix a machine that wouldn't boot. I get out there and run a few utilities on the drive, but there's no repairing the filesystem - it's completely hosed. I back up what I can, blast the drive and reinstall.

Just as I'm finishing up, the teacher comes up to me and asks what the problem was. I tell her it was just hard drive corruption, and that I'm almost done.

"So what could have caused it?"

Oh boy, she had to go there. I said that it was likely to be one of two things: either the drive is dying (which isn't too likely, as the drive is less than 2 years old), or that the machine wasn't shut down properly. I suggested that maybe a kid unplugged it or maybe a janitor. Who knows these things, right?

"Oh. I, uh... I see," she replies. Something about the way she says that piques my curiosity, and my face isn't good at hiding it.

The confession...

"I, uhhh.. always pull the plug on the computer to turn it off."

This woman isn't some 65-year old hag. She's 35, tops. She should know better.

I explain to her that yes, this is highly likely to be the reason behind the problems.

"Well, I guess that's why my computer at home is having problems, too."

*slaps forehead*

And these people are teaching our kids.

The Great Tard Race of '07

It's been a while since I've posted to this blog. It's not that I haven't had anything to say, or that I've been locked up. I just haven't had time, as I've been getting comfortable in my new job. I'm still here, and here's a new story for everyone...

So I've been working for the school district for a few months now, and things have been going well. For the most part, I get to avoid the kids and sit at my desk, working happily away at whatever some idiot inevitably fucks up. Unfortunately, I must make a house call now and then, and the following story is an example of what happens.

So I get this request to set up a few old ass Macs at a high school. Since I drive by the high school twice a day during my commute, I figure I'd swing by the high school this morning. I grab my Mountain Dew and walk into the front entrance. I quickly find out that the computers are to be set up in the Tard room.

Figures.

Fortunately, there's no one in the room except for one assistant, so that's not so bad. I start working on these ancient Macs, plugging away for an hour or so without interruption.

Until this 250 pound tard walks in.

He sees my Mountain Dew at my side and lets out a Happy Tard squeal. Suddenly, my Mountain Dew disappears into his grubby hand and he's about to take a healthy swig. The assistant, who weighs about 400 pounds, says, "that's not yours."

Tard not care. Tard like soda. Even worse, Tard likes chase.

Thus began the Great Tard Race of '07 between the assistant and SpEd Racer.

They do a couple laps before the assistant catches up with him. He gets the can back and hands it to me.

Needless to say, I'd lost my thirst the moment the kid grabbed the can. I threw it out at the first garbage can I found on my way out.

Maybe the kid found it later.

Return of the Frazzled Tech

Hey, all!

I've landed another tech position, so expect to find more goofy stories about BS users and bizarre requests. This time, it's at a public school system, so the stories are guaranteed to be good! ;)

FT

Throwing in the towel

Well, I've tried fighting my dismissal, but LJ and MJ seem to be dead-set on keeping me out. TM won't even talk to me (damn pansy-ass). As such, I have 3 options:

1 - Keep fighting
2 - Go postal
3 - Throw in the towel

Honestly, I don't think I have much fight left in me. Going postal is not an option because as bitter as I am, I'm just not that kind of person no matter what the circumstances.

Show me Door #3, Bob. Actually, I'll show myself the door...

"Last Goodbye"

FT

Time to pick a fight

So yeah, I got fired a couple weeks ago. I'm working on my appeal, which may take some time. However, I've spoken with a lot of the people I used to support, and a LOT of them are pissed about it. I spoke with one user who literally almost started crying on the phone. Yes, crying. She ended up writing a letter to MJ, complaining at how terrible it is that I'm no longer with the group, and that he should do everything he can to get me back.

So that got me thinkin'. What if I got more users of mine, many of which owe me favors, to write similar letters. Imagine the headache that MJ would have, especially if a few Deans got involved.

I've got 17 names of faculty and staff who would most likely do this for me. Time to make some calls tomorrow.

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Scene from Braveheart:
Hamish: Where are you goin'?
Wallace: I'm going to pick a fight.
Hamish: Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothin'.
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