Work or tedium or time in a cold dark dungeon tomb
All I
do every day these days is package software up for distribution on
our network. The company I work for has
approximately 40,000 employees From WinZip to some piece of
junk called FreePipe (it isn't free) we
have to bundle them up so they install silently from the network
because the management doesn't trust the users to
wipe their noses on demand. And, for
good reason. The users can't wipe their noses on demand. The users
who know what they are doing, or think they know what they are doing,
are the worst. I end up doing the same thing every day. The can't
use what the vendor put together. WinZip,
Microstation, Microsoft Office, and other
big name software companies must just not
know what they are doing, because the users and management want
something different. “Lets move the shortcuts”, “Can
we change the default save folder?”, “Why won't this sore
on my ass heal?”. It never ends.
I sit there all day and
chase DLL errors and disconnected shortcuts.
I write Visual Basic Script to move those shortcuts and modify the
registry to change the default save folder. I remember when
one of the managers asked if I would like to get into software
packaging. This was a couple of years ago. I thought it would be
interesting and teach me to program. Well,
I learned to program VBS. I learned to make faces on the phone while
helping a person so I don't jump down their
through because they are asking for something stupid that will
take my time and not help anyone get their job
done.
I don't want to package software. I always wanted to be . .
. a lumberjack, I mean a programmer, with my best code guide by my
side, leeping from project to project. . .
Oh I'm a programmer yes sir-y.
I'm a lousy code monkey.
I fall out of bed, I write some code.
I get dressed to meet
the bos.
I lie to the client about deadlines.
Because, really they are
lost
. . . (I'm going to have to finish this one sometime)