I may have said this before, but if one contracts/discovers they have a terminal illness…come work for the K-C PMC, it will be the longest days of your life, in effect prolonging your life to the point of wishing for the caressing touch of Death. I have no terminal illness, and would love to live my life elsewhere, regardless of how quick it may seem!
So about this gig. Wow, so I finally have a chance to breathe…meaning there wasn’t enough work for me to do when I got back, nice planning. The one thing on the horizon to keep me busy, my replacement, gets delayed. WTF? So I complain and get her in a week late. What is it she finds? Organized chaos. Some of my doing, I didn’t fully plan everything or document every little thing, because, well, I had no fucking time. Now that I do, documentation is happening, but I think she thinks I’m an idiot. Dammit, I hate this program. I don’t like their poor everything helping to make me look like more of a moron than I actually am. GRRR!!!
Good news though, I should have the option of learning some SDE, and Oracle. I know, nerd, nerd, nerd. Whatever! Bill Gates rules your pitiful world! :-P
Other news? Just biding my time until I leave. The countdown has begun, see you in 20 days.
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