Life of a Geeky Lesbian Monday, March 11: Long time no update. My apologies -- the sweetie's been here. :) When last we left our favourite Geeky Lesbian, she had a couple of stories to tell, about: - L, the Suspected Lesbian - JT, the Known Jerk at Work - Possibly Having to Code Porn Sites So let's start at the beginning. L is not a Suspected Lesbian any longer. She is, without a doubt, a big ol' dyke. Not that I've talked to her about it, but she mentioned something about a "Rainbow Family Connection" thingy in conversation and she's still playing the pronoun game. Plus, really, you just have to look at her. I desperately hope I'm not as obvious as she, but I kinda doubt it. Oops. :) As to JT, well, JT is still the arrogant prick he's been since I've gotten to know him. And I believe I am in what they call the doghouse for two reasons. 1) I screwed up on a newsletter sent out to, oh, 100,000 people by not replacing the dates in a certain section and 2) He caught me in my favourite chatroom. The first problem, not so big a deal. The second? Slightly moreso. See, it's my own chatroom right, so I explained to the guy that I've got to ensure it stays up for the other people and that I don't actually spend more than 5-10 minutes *chatting* except during lunch. He seemed to accept that, but I'll probably keep the chatting to just during lunch and have the program sit in the system tray most of the rest of the day. Work is tedious. Incredibly tedious. And boring. And I can't stand all the drug talk around me. You see, everyone in the office (well, my office, of which L isn't a part) smokes weed. ES, NH, TH and yes, JT too. I, on the other hand, prefer not to alter my perceptions or fry my brain or anything. I don't drink, smoke or do drugs. I hate the taste of alcohol, cigarettes aren't just disgusting but carcinogenic and drugs? Well, I tried pot a few times and you know what? Was not worth what it did to my lungs. The high was pretty lame and the only reason I tried it more than a handful (but less than 10, I think. Probably around 7? 8?) of times was because my GF at the time loved the stuff. That's actually what led to our breakup, indirectly. Call it the root of all of our problems, and then the problems themselves caused the breakup. Of course, we caused the problems. I digress. The porn sites seem to be a non-issue for the moment. I'm hard at work at casino website templates and you know what? I hate them. I hate them with a passion. Do you know what I had to code today? A popunder window. A FRIGGING POPUNDER WINDOW. Oh, it just eats away at my soul to have to code something like that. There's this idiot who's not even in our city's office who is our server dude, basically. And he dabbles in ASP and such. Well, today I'm trying to get an ASP script for an image randomizer for the popunder window to work. And I mail the dude (SB) asking him why the scripts won't work on the server. He writes back and asks me if I've used any of the ones he's written. This is typical of SB, sadly. a) He didn't answer my question, which it's his JOB to do; b) No, I haven't tried any that he's written because I'm new; c) Even if I weren't new, he didn't give me any URLs or any samples of his scripts. So now JT's pissy at me again because he wanted this popunder thing to happen ASAP and it's all SB's fault. I'm not an ASP programmer. JT knew that when he hired me. But I've configured this stupid ASP script and it just. won't. work. and SB is being far less than helpful. Mondays suck. Lots. Oh, and I got banished to the lunchroom to eat (I normally eat at my desk, so I can catch up on mail, read blogs, chat and the like) because my lunch smelled so good that it distracted people. WTF. If you want me to eat a hot lunch in the lunchroom, just say so, but don't tell me it's because my lunch DISTRACTED you. Augh. Men. I so need more estrogen in that office. And while I'm wishing, less men in general. :P So. How's work for you, these days? the geeky one // Add a comment ______________________
Long time no update. My apologies -- the sweetie's been here. :) When last we left our favourite Geeky Lesbian, she had a couple of stories to tell, about: - L, the Suspected Lesbian - JT, the Known Jerk at Work - Possibly Having to Code Porn Sites So let's start at the beginning. L is not a Suspected Lesbian any longer. She is, without a doubt, a big ol' dyke. Not that I've talked to her about it, but she mentioned something about a "Rainbow Family Connection" thingy in conversation and she's still playing the pronoun game. Plus, really, you just have to look at her. I desperately hope I'm not as obvious as she, but I kinda doubt it. Oops. :) As to JT, well, JT is still the arrogant prick he's been since I've gotten to know him. And I believe I am in what they call the doghouse for two reasons. 1) I screwed up on a newsletter sent out to, oh, 100,000 people by not replacing the dates in a certain section and 2) He caught me in my favourite chatroom. The first problem, not so big a deal. The second? Slightly moreso. See, it's my own chatroom right, so I explained to the guy that I've got to ensure it stays up for the other people and that I don't actually spend more than 5-10 minutes *chatting* except during lunch. He seemed to accept that, but I'll probably keep the chatting to just during lunch and have the program sit in the system tray most of the rest of the day. Work is tedious. Incredibly tedious. And boring. And I can't stand all the drug talk around me. You see, everyone in the office (well, my office, of which L isn't a part) smokes weed. ES, NH, TH and yes, JT too. I, on the other hand, prefer not to alter my perceptions or fry my brain or anything. I don't drink, smoke or do drugs. I hate the taste of alcohol, cigarettes aren't just disgusting but carcinogenic and drugs? Well, I tried pot a few times and you know what? Was not worth what it did to my lungs. The high was pretty lame and the only reason I tried it more than a handful (but less than 10, I think. Probably around 7? 8?) of times was because my GF at the time loved the stuff. That's actually what led to our breakup, indirectly. Call it the root of all of our problems, and then the problems themselves caused the breakup. Of course, we caused the problems. I digress. The porn sites seem to be a non-issue for the moment. I'm hard at work at casino website templates and you know what? I hate them. I hate them with a passion. Do you know what I had to code today? A popunder window. A FRIGGING POPUNDER WINDOW. Oh, it just eats away at my soul to have to code something like that. There's this idiot who's not even in our city's office who is our server dude, basically. And he dabbles in ASP and such. Well, today I'm trying to get an ASP script for an image randomizer for the popunder window to work. And I mail the dude (SB) asking him why the scripts won't work on the server. He writes back and asks me if I've used any of the ones he's written. This is typical of SB, sadly. a) He didn't answer my question, which it's his JOB to do; b) No, I haven't tried any that he's written because I'm new; c) Even if I weren't new, he didn't give me any URLs or any samples of his scripts. So now JT's pissy at me again because he wanted this popunder thing to happen ASAP and it's all SB's fault. I'm not an ASP programmer. JT knew that when he hired me. But I've configured this stupid ASP script and it just. won't. work. and SB is being far less than helpful. Mondays suck. Lots. Oh, and I got banished to the lunchroom to eat (I normally eat at my desk, so I can catch up on mail, read blogs, chat and the like) because my lunch smelled so good that it distracted people. WTF. If you want me to eat a hot lunch in the lunchroom, just say so, but don't tell me it's because my lunch DISTRACTED you. Augh. Men. I so need more estrogen in that office. And while I'm wishing, less men in general. :P So. How's work for you, these days? the geeky one // Add a comment
