Brave New Face

Someone decided that my work is going to “have” a font.  So, there will be this one font that everyone is supposed to use for everything hotel-related.

A fine thought in theory, but that same someone decided it wasn’t going to be something simple, like “Arial”, or “Tahoma”.  Oh no.  They had to go out and find a custom font that requires actual purchase and installation.

Now, I shall be spending my week installing this font on to every computer in the building, configuring all the various Microsoft products to use that font as the default, and rising/repeating for each of the 60+ users.

Fan-smegging-tastic.

Writing while at work isn’t ever a good idea. All the bile and wretchedness that comes with this job tends to spill over into my posts, sullying what could be a pleasant blog.

However, I use this space to exercise and purge, and so, if it’s a bad day at work, that’s what will come out in the posts.

Yesterday, I called in sick. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do a day at that place.

I’ve said it before, I need to find something else to do to make my rent money. Being in the I.T. industry, it seems inevitable that you stop being a person to the people you’re working with, and become a tool, to be used whenever and for whatever they want. It’s easy to get embittered at that point, believe me.

At any rate, yesterday was a good mental health day, even if it was sullied somewhat by a couple of infuriating emails that I ended up checking from home. When you call in sick, don’t check your work email, just be sick and be done with it!

The forty or so fans running in the room where I have to sit in 8 hours a day five days a week seem to have a calming effect on me.  So much so, that I’m often nodding off in the middle of typing at the computer.

The small, concrete server room is even brightly lit, with a 6′6″ ceiling and a large fluorescent light in the middle, the 8′ x 10′ room is bathed in cold, unforgiving light.  That, and the constantly running air conditioning make it so bright, cold and uncomfortable, you would think that falling asleep in such a room would be impossible.

Well friends, I’m here to tell you that I have broken that theory.

It’s very depressing waking up suddenly and finding yourself in the concrete coffin, surrounded by noisy servers and glaring light.

Man.  I really need to find a job fit for humans.

I had high hopes for a new job at a video game company. There were thoughts of moving to a new city and reclaiming my passion for playing music.

I was told that I don’t have enough experience (none) to be a Quality Assurance Tester.

25 years of playing video games just isn’t enough.