St Louis
Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 5:55 pm
Fuck St Louis.
I get told at 4:30 Thursday that I need to be in St Louis immediately. My president's house has been struck by lightning and I've got to go rebuild his network. I'm scrambling to find flights and, literally, get the last seats. Still, I have a full day between flights because he's insistent I don't rush myself and dedicate as much time as needed. No problem. Still, my evening is ruined as I have to get up at 4 am to catch a flight.
He then texts me at 10pm and tells me he has an eye appointment at 1:15 and maybe we need to reschedule and lists a day he already was told wouldn't work for me. Plus, I already spent $1000 on tickets. I tell him I'll get done by noon.
Got to SL and went to the Emerald Executive aisle, which I'm a member of thanks to Richburg. Jump into a Camaro! Get it all setup and running and discover no Bluetooth or USB. Not even an audio jack. Is this car from the 70s? I get out and discover a Dodge Charger a few spots away.
I get a few miles down the highway and realize the key fob for the Camaro is in my pocket. Tough shit National! I've got places to be!
Side note: If you ever drive through St Louis, slow down, cops EVERYWHERE.
Anyway, I get to his house and he's not home. WTF? His wife says he's meeting me at Best Buy. We never agreed to that and it doesn't open for 30 minutes! I check things out in his house and then tell my GPS to take me to the closest Best Buy. It's 5 minutes away. I arrive 5 minutes before it opens. He texts me and says where he is, and I tell him I'm there too and in the white Charger.
Doors open. I go inside. No him. Turns out, he's at a store 20 minutes away. Holy shit.
So I buy the equipment and he just drives home. I get there and get everything done in time. He does give me one good laugh when I suggest his son-in-law, also an IT guy,could come help him out. He got a dead serious look, lowered his head and shook it. Hilarious. If a 76 year old man, who doesn't know the difference between a docking station and a USB hub, knows your work is shit, it's shit.
Left there and immediately return all the calls about my second plant having comms down and my dad bugging me non-stop about some PC issues he's having on one PC that has totally shut his business down, even though he has two and the're exactly the same.
Old people...
I get to the airport and tell the lady checking in cars: "hey I found this in my car, but it doesn't operate it." They we're looking for it. Ha! Maybe Gordon was in town?
At the airport I try to move up my flight and everything to everywhere is booked. Basic must be letting out. Bald newbs in camo all over the place. Army? Soi'm stuck in the terrible St Louis airport for 6 fucking hours. Not one good restaurant and the scenery is horrendous. I saw, maybe, five 6s. Nothing higher.
Finally sitting at my gate waiting for the flight to Miami to board because I've got my eye on some outlets that are in use and they're being delayed. Fuck.
Did I mention I was supposed to be off today? I'm amazed my boss didn't call to fire me for stealing boxes.
I get told at 4:30 Thursday that I need to be in St Louis immediately. My president's house has been struck by lightning and I've got to go rebuild his network. I'm scrambling to find flights and, literally, get the last seats. Still, I have a full day between flights because he's insistent I don't rush myself and dedicate as much time as needed. No problem. Still, my evening is ruined as I have to get up at 4 am to catch a flight.
He then texts me at 10pm and tells me he has an eye appointment at 1:15 and maybe we need to reschedule and lists a day he already was told wouldn't work for me. Plus, I already spent $1000 on tickets. I tell him I'll get done by noon.
Got to SL and went to the Emerald Executive aisle, which I'm a member of thanks to Richburg. Jump into a Camaro! Get it all setup and running and discover no Bluetooth or USB. Not even an audio jack. Is this car from the 70s? I get out and discover a Dodge Charger a few spots away.
I get a few miles down the highway and realize the key fob for the Camaro is in my pocket. Tough shit National! I've got places to be!
Side note: If you ever drive through St Louis, slow down, cops EVERYWHERE.
Anyway, I get to his house and he's not home. WTF? His wife says he's meeting me at Best Buy. We never agreed to that and it doesn't open for 30 minutes! I check things out in his house and then tell my GPS to take me to the closest Best Buy. It's 5 minutes away. I arrive 5 minutes before it opens. He texts me and says where he is, and I tell him I'm there too and in the white Charger.
Doors open. I go inside. No him. Turns out, he's at a store 20 minutes away. Holy shit.
So I buy the equipment and he just drives home. I get there and get everything done in time. He does give me one good laugh when I suggest his son-in-law, also an IT guy,could come help him out. He got a dead serious look, lowered his head and shook it. Hilarious. If a 76 year old man, who doesn't know the difference between a docking station and a USB hub, knows your work is shit, it's shit.
Left there and immediately return all the calls about my second plant having comms down and my dad bugging me non-stop about some PC issues he's having on one PC that has totally shut his business down, even though he has two and the're exactly the same.
Old people...
I get to the airport and tell the lady checking in cars: "hey I found this in my car, but it doesn't operate it." They we're looking for it. Ha! Maybe Gordon was in town?
At the airport I try to move up my flight and everything to everywhere is booked. Basic must be letting out. Bald newbs in camo all over the place. Army? Soi'm stuck in the terrible St Louis airport for 6 fucking hours. Not one good restaurant and the scenery is horrendous. I saw, maybe, five 6s. Nothing higher.
Finally sitting at my gate waiting for the flight to Miami to board because I've got my eye on some outlets that are in use and they're being delayed. Fuck.
Did I mention I was supposed to be off today? I'm amazed my boss didn't call to fire me for stealing boxes.