[BenignDesign]

Email from athletics department:

"We'll be running three camps per week all summer long. We'll be emailing you photos all day long to put on the website so parents can watch their kids in realtime."

What the everloving fuck?

[jon.kiparsky]

BenignDesign, on 12 June 2013 - 10:19 AM, said:

Email from athletics department:

"We'll be running three camps per week all summer long. We'll be emailing you photos all day long to put on the website so parents can watch their kids in realtime."

What the everloving fuck?

Wow.

Look at the bright side: you can add "CMS" to your job description.
Not "CMS development", just "I was a CMS".

[Flukeshot]

I'd say ouch but I feel like I'd be understating the gravity of what I just read.

[jon.kiparsky]

Flukeshot, on 12 June 2013 - 10:23 AM, said:

I'd say ouch but I feel like I'd be understating the gravity of what I just read.

Yeah - it was like getting hit about the head with a big shovel made of pure stupid.

[Flukeshot]

I thought I watched a cat video.

[BenignDesign]

The kicker is the site is operating on a CMS. The AD refuses to learn how to use it.

[WolfCoder]

You worked IT so long you became a data server.

[modi123_1]

A carefully placed comment to your boss, department boss, or someone how it is a pity we have all these tools and people refuse to be part of the solution with a modicum of time to learn how to use them.

[modi123_1]

After trying hard-reboot world view with more adult beverage consumption it seems all I really needed was to crash for a fourteen hour nap last night. I was happily slicing through tracts of work items, until I saw: Don't Live Life Without Knowing M. Night Shyamalan Wrote She's All That. My world was thrown off kilter by that news and only was corrected by eating homemade puppy chow and cookies from the bake sale for a coworker with a stage three case of the C-word.

Now off to go fetch some coffee, cut through more work items, and dance a bit now and then for the new computer parts coming in.. which I get to assemble on my four day weekend that does _not_ include me going to Mt Rushmore.

[BenignDesign]

After a bit of protest and a small hissy fit regarding time constraints, workload, and the reason for having a CMS in the first place, a short meeting was held. It has been decided that the AD will be given FTP access to add images to a gallery folder and required to use the CMS if he wants them displayed.

That's the good news.

The bad news: I have to train him.

Win some, lose some.

[modi123_1]

No.. no.. no.. it's not "train him" like a dog or a circus seal - it is "EMPOWER him" to be the master of his destiny and choices. Though I can only expect this sort of empowerment will be handled, by the AD, in some sort of reckless fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants and at least one to three images uploaded will be deemed scandalous by a parent, or teacher, because they were not thoroughly vetted before the all mighty: select all - drag - drop to the FTP.

[macosxnerd101]

@B9: Create a chart for him. When he does something good, put a gold star in that cell. When the chart is full, give him a fun-size Snickers bar. Oh, and hang the chart on the fridge for all to see. Show his peers and bosses that the person you are training is a good little boy.

[jon.kiparsky]

Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he'll destroy the once-mighty schools of cod in the North Atlantic, but at least he won't bother you about it anymore.

[modi123_1]

Email server has been down for an hour and a half.. We - the devs - have been moved across the company to a new office and are starting to notice a distinct sound of silence that is usually filled with the shenanigans, hijinks, and pertinent hardware up-time tidbits the network support folk are flailing their hands around and yammering about.

Sad.

So I had to hike across the building and start demanding answers. *sigh* A few steps above the unwashed masses of the rest of the company, but not cool enough to get a phone call when shit is going south. Maaaaaaaan.. it's like a bad divorce.

[BenignDesign]

My Tuesday:

Made it out of the house ON TIME! w00t! Go, go, short people! Make momma proud!

Made it to the parking lot at work ON TIME! w00t! Go, go, no traffic!

Brake lights stuck on the car. For the next 20 minutes, I alternated between my knees on the pavement flipping the switch on my pedal to running behind the car and see if it worked. They eventually decided to go off.

Grumble my way into the office to find a voicemail from my boss. We had a mandatory meeting at 8:30 that I'd forgotten about. I didn't finish in the parking lot until 8:50.

Threw my stuff down, grabbed a notepad and a pen and hauled ass to the meeting on the other end of campus.

When I arrived, my boss sent me back to my office because I forgot my print out of departmental policies she emailed me two weeks ago.

The meeting ran 15 minutes late. Which, in turn, made me 15 minutes late for the next meeting - and I still had to run back to my office and print an email attachment to take along.

That meeting ran over by 20 minutes. Which made me 20 minutes late for the third meeting of the day - and, again, I needed to run to my office and print off a file to take with me.

By the time THAT meeting ended, I'd had 5 cups of coffee and had been doing the potty dance for upwards of three hours.

I was never so happy to see the inside of a public bathroom.

No more meetings today.

But the secretary's 7-year-old daughter will be staring at me all afternoon. Because I'm cool and my office has fun toys. And then she'll complain that she's bored and shit. Because it's obviously my job to entertain her like a friggin dancing monkey.

It's one of "those" days. Blah.