Yes, it's Monday
Jan. 10th, 2005 03:41 pmToday was the day scheduled for a site visit with the Less Evil Timeshare people. I duly beavered away at the database and had all of my work completed. I showed up bright(ish)-eyed and bushy-tailed on their doorstep at the appointed time this morning, only to discover that the Less Evil Overlord wasn't coming in because she was recovering from gallbladder surgery. The Less Evil Minion who was on duty insisted that I spend the next two hours going over the software with her in minute detail, which was a complete waste of my time because a) this person will never be doing any data entry, and b) this person will not be able to adequately explain what she just learned to her boss, so I will have to do it all over again on the phone next week.
Here's a handy hint folks: when I call to confirm an appointment with a specific person, I expect to be able to meet with that person or his/her equivalent. Don't waste my time. I'm tired and cranky and really not in the mood to talk for two hours straight when I will have to repeat the same speech to a different people.
This afternoon has gone more smoothly. I met with a financial services company and gained a new contract. I will be taking over the development and maintenance of a database created by another programmer, which could turn into a nightmare, but I have known the owner for years and we get along very well. I'd rather have a sucky project with good clients than a good project with sucky clients (i.e. Hospice), or worse a sucky project with sucky clients (i.e. Evil Timeshare People).
I'm back at the computer and must finish the Evil Timeshare project for tomorrow morning. I am dreading that site visit. You have no idea. The Evil Overlord there is so slimy that you have to wear galoshes in his presence in order to protect your socks. Ugh. What a creep. Oh well, at least they like me and are satisfied with my work. These are not people that you want to annoy.
I'm right at home living with Cat Pee, although I sometimes wonder just how stupid she thinks I am. The other night she handed me a spare toothbrush with the words, "be careful, it has firm bristles".
One of us is deeply disturbed, and I don't think it is me.
Here's a handy hint folks: when I call to confirm an appointment with a specific person, I expect to be able to meet with that person or his/her equivalent. Don't waste my time. I'm tired and cranky and really not in the mood to talk for two hours straight when I will have to repeat the same speech to a different people.
This afternoon has gone more smoothly. I met with a financial services company and gained a new contract. I will be taking over the development and maintenance of a database created by another programmer, which could turn into a nightmare, but I have known the owner for years and we get along very well. I'd rather have a sucky project with good clients than a good project with sucky clients (i.e. Hospice), or worse a sucky project with sucky clients (i.e. Evil Timeshare People).
I'm back at the computer and must finish the Evil Timeshare project for tomorrow morning. I am dreading that site visit. You have no idea. The Evil Overlord there is so slimy that you have to wear galoshes in his presence in order to protect your socks. Ugh. What a creep. Oh well, at least they like me and are satisfied with my work. These are not people that you want to annoy.
I'm right at home living with Cat Pee, although I sometimes wonder just how stupid she thinks I am. The other night she handed me a spare toothbrush with the words, "be careful, it has firm bristles".
One of us is deeply disturbed, and I don't think it is me.
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Date: 2005-01-10 03:02 pm (UTC)