Oh, yeah, that requires some nuclear bitching.

I was just given a ... very professional come to Jesus talk about my platform and my project. My manager has been sitting on an issue since February that my boss just heard about from the CIO, and he's FURIOUS. Uh, I reported it in February up my chain of command? And I repeatedly don't think it's appropriate to go over her head? (Once I asked the CIO a question without clearing it with my boss, and he went pretty nuclear on me then...) I don't always know where to step.

But he was calmly furious. It wasn't like the time he yelled at me. But we have a serious application defect, and I've been begging and borrowing developers to work on it for half a year, and it's still not fixed. If I'm not officially assigned resources, there's very little I can do. Politely, I defended the few developers that pretended to work on it, but the current developer is telling me how little they did...

I don't even know who to believe right now. My ass isn't on the line, but my rep is.

Oh, the shooting thing was allegedly Kelly Preston.

OMG, my fucking cable. Now it's not showing anything and the best she could do was suggest I go to their office in the morning to get a new box. I hate my cable!

Sheesh, ita. Sounds like you're in a no-win situation.

And I just realized if I get a new cable box, I will lose all of the movies I have carefully been taping off the HBO for when I cancel it! Boooo.

Edit: And of course I un- and re-plugged it and that made it work...for now.

OMG, someone make me do my dishes, please. Jesus.

Sounds like you're in a no-win situation.

Who doesn't hate you if you escalate over them? I'm under instruction to be all business with the users that escalated, but nah. That's not how I work. I'm not going to do them favours or stuff, but I'm a sympathetic ear, I take them seriously, and I agitate in their favour over IT's, because no one else will. I consider that my job responsibility as a Business Systems Analyst. To be the avatar for the business when talking to IT, and the avatar for IT when talking to the business, but using the same language as everyone else in the room.

Yup, that's absolutely it, and a vital role at that. But you know what you can't do? Magic.

Ah, well.

I just called a co-worker for something, and he said "Cool cool cool" as he was signing off. I freaked! I was all "Wait! Don't hang up! You watch COMMUNITY????"

And then we blabbered mindlessly for five minutes (at some point previously he took a picture of my Abed and Troy mug and posted it online...and I think that's hysterical), and now I'm going to drive the fancy car back to the dealership and I will consider the abbreviated work week to have ended on an uptick.

Thank God for Community, clearly. It saved the ass end of your week.

Which truly, utterly sucks, otherwise. There's just no way ita ! deserves a come to Jesus talking-to. I would find it less surprising and inappropriate to find that up in Heaven Jesus was right this minute getting a come to ita ! talking-to.

I just had an interesting email exchange with a former co-worker from the Division of Crazy (she never had to deal with Rage Nurse, but she did have Creepy Doctor Old Enough To Be Her Grandfather Who Stood Too Close To Her Desk And Smiled Too Much All The Fucking Time). For the last few months she's been working at one of my old jobs in Pediatrics, for people whom I like and respect and who don't think I suck either, but she just confessed to me that she's looking elsewhere already, after less than a year.

Why is she looking elsewhere? It turns out that there's just not enough work and too much downtime.

I just... what. I don't remotely begin to understand those words in that order. What crazyland planet does this woman come from? I mean, okay, she's Canadian, but the Canadian Buffistas have always struck me as just as good at slacking as anyone else.

She's agreed that if she gets the new high-intensity crazy-paced OT-requiring job she wants she'll rec me for the one she has now, and we've both agreed that if I get her old job I'll rec the other former co-worker who's still stranded sharing a cubicle with Rage Nurse for this job. If we network this thing right, we could work out a giant game of admin musical chairs that keeps us all happy forever.

That would be exciting, JZ!

I roasted the shit out of these potatoes and they are fucking fantastic and I have prosecco and it is Friday.

The end.