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So, I was driving to work yesterday. If you remember, I had a horrible Wednesday, troubleshooting software and all, and knew that I had to go in early on Thursday in order to make up for all of the other duties that I missed. I was grumpy about that.
Seriously, I was thinking things along the lines of, "It is NOT fair for me to have to go in early, to make up for doing EXTRA work? This sucks. I do NOT like this. It's not right. Someone should decide to...."
Then God said, "Yo, stupid, look left!" OK, he may not have used those words, but I looked over, and saw this:
I pulled over into a little fishing lake in Oak Grove, and took several shots. Then, I started feeling guilty about griping.
Life ain't always so bad.
It worked!!!!!
I AM that good!
I can sleep tonight!
OK, calm down and breathe....Three cameras have been downloaded, and all of the data synced perfectly! The customer called my cell to tell me! I almost cried. I called boss-man immediately and told him, and he's pleased. He's pleased both with the situation, and my work. *sigh*
OK, I'm watching the Chiefs play (preempting Big Brother) some pre-season football, and they just scored the first touchdown of the game. Gotta Go!
But I Gotta Go HAPPY!
P.S. I told you I was good!
Well, I worked at ONE thing all day. At almost 4:00, the problem was solved. I won't tell you the crap that I had to go through to get help with this. That left me fuming, but I'm just glad it was finally solved.
The customer ran multiple tests through, and they worked wonderfully. Still though, there is the shoot tomorrow morning. This is a BIG school shoot. I can't wait to get the call tomorrow telling me that it worked. I'm just sitting in the edge of my seat waiting. *sigh* I hope I sleep better tonight than I did last night, but I doubt it.
I am good at what I do. I am *damn* good at what I do. I can fix your problem, no matter what it is, if you're my customer. There are some downfalls to this, however. Some huge downfalls.
I tend to check my work email from home. 9 times out of 10, the answer can wait until morning, when I get to work. Tonight, however, I saw a very panicky email from a very big customer. They have a huge shoot in a bit over 24 hours, and the software isn't working as expected.
I thought for a bit, and then I decided to call him. Yeah, Big Brother was getting ready to start, and my kids needed attention, but I called a customer. I found out what he was dealing with, then started to look for back up.
Nothing. I got no answers. I called 5 people, and only 1 answered the phone. He let me know that I was correct in my questions, and that I needed to dig deeper. Great. This isn't an answer, this is confirming that I did all possible, but it isn't fixed.
Fast forward an hour and three phone calls, and head honcho of the software called me back. He had further ideas, which I'll try tomorrow. Although I do NOT connect on a personal level with this guy (was that diplomatic enough?) he did great tonight. He offered help and support and may have solved even more issues that were NOT a part of the planned conversation. Thanks, dude.
Anyway, I wish I couldn't give a shit about my job, like most of the people that I work with. I wish that I could come home and play on Mobsters without worrying myself sick about how this shoot will go in Illinois on Thursday. I wish I didn't care.
Mom? do wishes come true? LOL I know. They do. You wrote a song to prove it. Post the lyrics for me? I really don't want to be a "don't give a shit" person. I just want others to care like I do. My job would be simpler then. I also want to fly to Illinois and help with this shoot, so I can show them that it works.
OK, done venting. Thanks for reading. I'll let you know how it comes out. I'm worried, but it will be fine. I can do this. I can fix this. I am JUST that good!
WaaaHoooo! I whacked a guy!
Yup, I am definitely hooked on the Mobsters app on myspace. I have a lot of mob members, almost $3 million in the bank, and I finally whacked someone. Now, I spend my breaks and lunches trying to convince my coworkers to join my mob. Yeah. I have a problem.
If you would like to join my mob, let me know. You just need to be one of my "friends" on myspace, and I can add you. Seriously, though, if you don't like the idea of becoming addicted to crime, you may want to pass this opportunity up.
I'm just sayin'.*a flea update:
Tonight, I cannot find a single live flea, even when I pin down a pet and go searching in the personal region. so far, so good.
OK, dangit. I'm getting ticked. Hawkeye got fleas at Mom and Dad's one weekend. I don't mean that Mom has fleas. I mean, when we're here, Hawkeye accepts his duty of humping every neighbor dog that he can get close to. The neighbors here have some nasty dogs. I'm just sayin'.
So, he brings fleas home. Then the cats got fleas before we realized that he had them. So, we dipped them all. That fixed it. I felt pretty cocky. Until...
Hawkeye humped another dog a few weeks ago. Great. More fleas. Once again, I didn't know until the cats got them. I'm not one to get flea bites easily, and I have three bites on my ankles. crap!
We bombed the house, and couldn't find the dip. WalHell was out of the dip. 4 days later, we found the dip, and dipped all three. Then WalHell was out of the bombs. Jeez!
Now, we have it under control (I hope.) They were all dipped last week. Tonight, they're away from the house, and the bombs are spraying all over my house. Me and the girls are hanging out at mom's for two hours, and Kevin is mowing. At 8, we'll head home, dip the cats and the dog, and start the "Great Clean Up."
Sheesh. Happy Birthday, Kevin. You're 42, and you get to mow the yard, followed by the "Great Clean Up." Good for you, babe. I love you.
OK, here's the deal. We were doing the taxi to the runway thing, and the pilot was writing down the necessary numbers. As the little plane ahead of us left, we got into position. The pilot told me to grab hold of the (steering wheel?) thing. I did. I thought he wanted me to feel what he was doing.
As we turned onto the runway and gained speed, he said, "You'd better pull back on that, or we'll never get off the ground!" I looked at him like he was crazy (he probably was) and said, "Really???" He was serious. I started pulling back, and we left the ground! I got us up to about 1500 before he took over, due to clouds.
The pilot and I *love* clouds, so he did some cool stuff, dodging in and out, around, over, and under them. It was like a roller coaster. It was awesome! When we got close to home, he asked if I wanted to fly low over my house. Of course I did! He warned that it would get hot, and it did!
We flew over my tiny town, and I got to fly for another 10 minutes or so. I got to maneuver different directions and keep the elevation steady (I had to be reminded to quit going "up." It was SO frigging fun! When we landed, we were both soaked in sweat, from flying so low, but it was SO worth it!
It was so fun, that I would buy a plane if I were rich. I would take the lessons and figure it out and do it. This is the biggest rush EVER! Honey? Kevin? Dear husband? Can I please have an airplane?
