Clearing the Air
In the cold light of this Tuesday, I try to clear my head and get caught up on Work Shit. Apparently, it’s bad mojo when Macintosh File Services aren’t quite on the same control panel/interface as Windows Shares.
Just a quick heads up to all my admin buds out there: when you get those mixed up, bad shit happens. The problem was I switched hardware and moved the Windows Share, but the Macintosh shares pointed to the old hardware. I then spent hours this morning finding a file comparison program, then manually sync’ing files on both sides of the aisle. Bleh.
I’ve tried to come up with a very convenient and interesting (and witty!) way of addressing those crazy comments, but I have yet to do so. For some reason the weekend has laid over me like a fog and I’m working my way through it. Part of it is reading those comments, smiling, grimacing, laughing, and wondering just how to put my feelings into words that will live forever on The Internets, as our president so proudly calls it.
In short, I can’t wait to contact/reconnect with Mr. P.G. I always thought he was a great guy. I’m not a grudge holder, so it’s no sweat off my back to move on. Steve, shit man, what could I say to even get near peace? Not much. thepreviouscoworker.com? I knew who you were immediately. And yes, that trash can does pimp extra hard. It’s a personal fav.
I’m going to get vague here regarding thepreviouscoworker.com, so hold on: Congrats on your CD, dug the new studio versions of old songs, and it made me sad to not hear from you after I left. Everyone else, feh, but between Mr. P.G and yourself, it was a slow burn that took awhile before I got over it. Doesn’t stop the fact that you have coolness in your bones I can’t get near. Lastly, Ed, I’m sorry we disconnected. I had mucho fun during the poker days. Went downhill from there, and that sucks.
Vague enough for you? I know, it’s like a fucking mirror maze on this blog anymore. Everyone posting anonymously and making leading comments. It’s enough to drive my average reader, god bless em, insane with questions. I promise I won’t post about this old work shit anymore unless I have to. If the peeps I alluded to would like to share their names and websites via comments on this post, feel free to do so.
Tomorrow expect the Family Update and some other stuff I’ve had on my mind.
I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
2 Comments:
Uhh, it's kind of like walking into a place right after a shoot out and asking how everyone's doing. Kind of an eerie calm now. I hope everyone got their rocks off on whatever the hell happened, but it sure exploded in a fury of gunfire.
Well, peace to everyone. Seeing as I'm right in the crossfire of all individuals who've posted comments late last week, I hope you all can reconcile one day and perhaps let things lie.
Misterorange, congratz on the winnings for your tourney, man. That is awesome. Certainly makes for a worthwhile trip, no?
Hey thanks for the congrats. Did you see that freaky cover with the lawn gnomes? I'm going to NAYshville next month to an actual real recording place to lay down a track for freeeee (my favorite price).
That's pretty wild you walked away with a big wad O CAYsh from your trip. I'm not sure what the competition was, but if you're getting paid it doesn't matter.
I'm sorry you never heard from me. I guess I assumed since I didn't hear from you, you didn't wanna do any hearing. But since I was on this side of things, I should have been the thrower outer of things to be heard. Sorry man.
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