Last two weeks
It has been a while since I've posted, so I'll try to surmise the last two weeks in as condensed a form as possible. It’s not like a lot has happened…
Picking up from my last entry, WindowsXP has been put onto the two workstations. It turned out that Tom's hard disk drive had suffered for the number of times he beats his chassis in an attempt to stop it rattling. I bought a new disk and reinstalled the system, making Windows XP look as much like Windows 2000 as possible, though had a heart attack when I saw how badly organised his back-ups are. Whereas I have a single rewritable CD with all my data on it, Tom has about the same amount of data strewn across near a dozen rewritable CDs in a random, disorganised manner.
He returned on the 14th and I was stressing over his reaction to finding anything out of place on his system. He freaked out when he saw that the Outlook icon on his desktop was a different shade of orange ((newer version)). I had forgotten to install a driver for one of the network printers. Same went for his fish screensaver and a symbol library he uses in AutoCAD. Nothing major. Despite later being wound up at the panic he expressed at seeing a couple of subtle differences in the way XP displays files, I was feeling safe.
That was until this Friday just gone ((17th)) when just like in Doom3, all hell broke loose. Tom was sat looking in his My Documents folder and had decided that I had deleted all of his Excel spreadsheets and so flipped out. As he gave me a verbal arse-kicking, I could see over the network that he had two folders in his My Documents called Excel Spreadsheets & SPREADSHEETS and guess what? Both of them where packed full of all his Excel Spreadsheets! Who'd have thought it? No matter, he stormed off out having been further agitated by the way I'd obviously looked at him after glancing at his computer on the network. He returned later in the afternoon and only then noticed these two folders. Rather than apologise, he gave me further grief. Sure, it's clearly my fault that Tom hadn't seen these obviously named folders and that somehow he had two of them and that somehow he had managed to look in them and not seen all his spreadsheets.
Does God hate me or something?
Well as frustrating as that may have seemed, it was a mere warm-up for what was to come later on. Drawing folder 3281 had not been copied off the latest backup disk. All the rest of the data on that disk was on Tom’s computer so despite his uncalled for outburst, I wasn’t too worried about it and told him the obvious “put the CD in the drive and copy off that one folder”. It’s not rocket science. To my utmost horror he came back into my office because he couldn’t find it and proceeded to blow up in my face. Despite all his far-flung accusations I decided against telling him how ultimately, he had caused his own hard disk to fail by beating his chassis ((no kidding, I’ve watched him pick it up and drop it back down on the desk)); how ultimately, he has failed to keep an organised backup of his files; and that in the mess he calls an office, it’s a wonder he finds anything.
He stormed off out again, though not before calling me a “fucking cunt” a few times over. So yes, God must hate me at the moment. I’m prepared next week to either get the sack or the blame for all his failed marriages, world hunger and the fact it’s been raining all summer. Whatever happens, the work situation has gotten much worse and holding on to my resignation until nearer Christmas is going to be harder than I thought.
Picking up from my last entry, WindowsXP has been put onto the two workstations. It turned out that Tom's hard disk drive had suffered for the number of times he beats his chassis in an attempt to stop it rattling. I bought a new disk and reinstalled the system, making Windows XP look as much like Windows 2000 as possible, though had a heart attack when I saw how badly organised his back-ups are. Whereas I have a single rewritable CD with all my data on it, Tom has about the same amount of data strewn across near a dozen rewritable CDs in a random, disorganised manner.
He returned on the 14th and I was stressing over his reaction to finding anything out of place on his system. He freaked out when he saw that the Outlook icon on his desktop was a different shade of orange ((newer version)). I had forgotten to install a driver for one of the network printers. Same went for his fish screensaver and a symbol library he uses in AutoCAD. Nothing major. Despite later being wound up at the panic he expressed at seeing a couple of subtle differences in the way XP displays files, I was feeling safe.
That was until this Friday just gone ((17th)) when just like in Doom3, all hell broke loose. Tom was sat looking in his My Documents folder and had decided that I had deleted all of his Excel spreadsheets and so flipped out. As he gave me a verbal arse-kicking, I could see over the network that he had two folders in his My Documents called Excel Spreadsheets & SPREADSHEETS and guess what? Both of them where packed full of all his Excel Spreadsheets! Who'd have thought it? No matter, he stormed off out having been further agitated by the way I'd obviously looked at him after glancing at his computer on the network. He returned later in the afternoon and only then noticed these two folders. Rather than apologise, he gave me further grief. Sure, it's clearly my fault that Tom hadn't seen these obviously named folders and that somehow he had two of them and that somehow he had managed to look in them and not seen all his spreadsheets.
Does God hate me or something?
Well as frustrating as that may have seemed, it was a mere warm-up for what was to come later on. Drawing folder 3281 had not been copied off the latest backup disk. All the rest of the data on that disk was on Tom’s computer so despite his uncalled for outburst, I wasn’t too worried about it and told him the obvious “put the CD in the drive and copy off that one folder”. It’s not rocket science. To my utmost horror he came back into my office because he couldn’t find it and proceeded to blow up in my face. Despite all his far-flung accusations I decided against telling him how ultimately, he had caused his own hard disk to fail by beating his chassis ((no kidding, I’ve watched him pick it up and drop it back down on the desk)); how ultimately, he has failed to keep an organised backup of his files; and that in the mess he calls an office, it’s a wonder he finds anything.
He stormed off out again, though not before calling me a “fucking cunt” a few times over. So yes, God must hate me at the moment. I’m prepared next week to either get the sack or the blame for all his failed marriages, world hunger and the fact it’s been raining all summer. Whatever happens, the work situation has gotten much worse and holding on to my resignation until nearer Christmas is going to be harder than I thought.
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