Im more impressed for all the dust on that phone, how old is it? 1997?
Yo, is that your google plus? I just added you to my circles
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I would have pmd you, but you know, Mafia game and all, thought it best not to : P
Also, are you guys gonna move the server room or what?
Can you make a China-friendly post of those pics, Exodus? Because I’m a glutton for punishment. Let me see what you were dealing with.
@pimp: yeah. I still don’t use it too much. I’m going to try and use it a bit more. I doubt they’re gonna move it, apparently they’ve known about the AC being shit for a long time, obviously due to the bucket. I’m probably going back down later in the month, I’ll ask.
@MP: what’s China-safe? Just lemme know and I’ll put em somewhere else.
That’s a newer building, who knows about that phone though. Also see the boxes in the corner of that room? It’s pottery much the same thing on the other side of the wall.
Alabama is weird…
…I’m shock the thermostat didn’t melt at that ‘server room’.
Real talk though, being a certified SAP admin can get you places. You in the right path.
OMFG.
I just hope it wasn’t US Pipe, and I hope to HELL you aren’t in Birmingham or Montgomery. 120 degrees? @ the heat treat building. The only area hot enough to light a match in mid air and that’s where they putt the server. Yeah, you gonna have some fun…And a tan.
-Starhammer-
I need to get in with the SAP guy at the office, I know just saying I was a part of a go-live at a plant that makes pipes used for drilling oil will probably look pretty good. I would like some more exposure to it though.
My last day I wore a radio because I was walking around the yard and helpin out some of the employees with some of the tech they had. Put the mic on the collar of my T-Shirt so instead of having a ring around my neck, I’ve got some oblong bullshit because the radio speaker was so heavy it was pulling my shirt down. :tdown:
Been way too long since I posted in here. I’ve actually had people come up to me at tournaments and tell me how much they enjoyed this thread. Whoa. o_o
Anywho, had a doozy today. Project manager calls me last week, literally begging me to take a work order that was outside of my area of coverage, saying she’d pay me whatever I wanted. I like this lady, so I asked for double my normal rate for this type of project to account for gas and time spent, which she gladly agreed to. The project was scheduled an hour and a half away at 4:00. No problem. It was also at a dance studio, so I’m thinking maybe I get to see some hot cheerleaders. Again, no problem here.
Today rolls in, and I get the paperwork printed, leaving at 2:00 PM to allow for traffic. Once I got out of Austin (about 30 minutes into the trip), the strap on my eye patch breaks. Now, for those who don’t know, I’m blind in that eye, and it’s also insanely sensitive to light and needs to be covered pretty much at all times, so this is something I have to take care of immediately. I pulled over, taped my eye shut with a piece of duct tape, and tried to find a Walgreens. Closest one was five miles back, and the next closest was 20 miles away, so I had to turn back. This set me 45 minutes out of the way. No problem, I’m 15 minutes late, I’ll call the project manager to let her know. While finding her number in the paperwork, I noticed the card reader I was installing was in a different city. I plugged that into my GPS and found out the city was thirty miles PAST where I was going. This meant that I was inherently going to be an hour late, no matter what I tried.
I left the project manager a voicemail letter her know what was going on, and continued on to Walgreens, bought a new eyepatch and a spare to keep in my car (together totally $7.77, upon which I yelled out “JACKPOT!” in the checkout line), and got back on the road.
After hitting several bad patches of traffic and road construction, I arrive at the FedEx store package was. No wait in line (nice!), but the package isn’t there (WTF?). Remember how I said the project manager begged me to take this? Turns out the installation date was last week, which means the part has been sitting there since last week, and after five days it was sent back to the depot… which was twenty minutes even further out from where I was.
Realizing that at this point that I’m losing money, I soldier on and get to the depot in time for closing, and a very rude woman asks if she can help me. I get that she’s about to close, but there’s no need for being snippy. I’m just there for a pickup. She finds the package and looks at the label, then asks for an ID, which I show her. She remarks that it’s not my name on the package, and I can’t have it.
Keep in mind I’ve done about a dozen of these, and this is the first time this has happened.
She says that I have to have proof that I’m with that company. I show her that the contact name on the package is the name on my paperwork, and she says that’s not good enough. I offer to call my contact using THE NUMBER ON THE PACKAGE and she says that I could be calling my cousin for all I know, that she doesn’t know me, and that I still can’t have the package.
At this point I’m sure my jaw is hanging wide open at this woman’s stupidity…
Anyway, I show her the company logo on my paperwork, my name, the contact’s name, and a corporate email address. She then says I can have it and I’m back on my way.
After that colossal waste of my time, I finally arrive at the client at 5:45 PM (keep in mind I left at 2!!!) to install the part.
Normally I go in, hook up the card reader, spend thirty minutes training, and I’m back out.
Nope, not this time. I get inside the studio, which as it turns out is a program for 6-12 yr old girls (BOOOOOO!), aaaaaand there’s no internet access in the place, nor is there a phone line. The location is new, and has neither.
I’m surprised I managed to keep my cool. Normally these projects are easy peasy. The part is always 1-2 miles away (here it was 30), dispatch has greenlit everything (meaning I have network and/or phone drops), and I have support in case something goes wrong (it’s 6 PM now and they’ve all gone home).
Combine all this with the fact that there’s a hyper-sexualized 11-yr old wearing volleyball shorts and packing a body older women would kill to have who is in my line of sight and SERIOUSLY trying to get my attention with her dance moves (not kidding, she even waved), and I’m starting to have a bad fucking day. I kept my back turned to her as much as I possibly could.
I made a judgement call. I wrote down instructions on how to activate the unit once they have internet access, went through the training manual anyway, wrote a note saying there’s no network or phone lines so I can’t install it (which the customer signed), left the project manager a voicemail explaining everything that I did and couldn’t do, and then got the hell out of there.
I hope you slapped the shit out of your project manager with your dick after that bullshit she coaxed you into suffering through.
An 11 year old packing a body older women would kill to have… WHAT.
DRD on some to catch a predator shit.
Chris Hansen going to be knockin on your door soon.
As in any straight guy on the planet would have seen her from behind and said “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUM” only to have her turn around and feel like you’re going to hell in an instant. I wanted out of there FAST.
You sound like those dudes from to catch a predator :shake: mad creepy.
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I only wonder what people said at a pirate shouting “jackpot!” in the line at Walgreens.
Women sexualize early sometimes. No need to call peeps creepers just because human nature.
Duckie is actually a pirate who’s working computer repair to save up for a ship.
Duckie caught that ill nosebleed
Jeezus, chris hansen we need you
Dude i think the police are at my door about that link…damn i mean post bail or atleast tell them it wasn’t my link.
Sounds like this is the wrong day for Chris to make house calls. He’ll catch a bad one for trying to trap some dude after this much BS has already proceeded the day.
-Starhammer-