Diary of a Wolfeman

:: how jedi are you? ::

	I’m Mace Windu, which Jedi Knight are you???
Take the Jedi Personality Quiz at MHoNiP

2 out of 2 inane quizes can’t be wrong! (Well, except for the purple lightsaber bit – mine would be the blue-white of a lightning strike on the surface, and as black as the Emperor’s heart at the core. Of course I’m a geek – weren’t you here last week?)

Zombie Survival Quiz at OK Cupid

Armed and Dangerous
Congratulations! You scored 83%!

You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most
of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and
when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you
did, you’d probably do just fine.

If you haven’t already seen it, go rent Shaun of The Dead. Do it now.

Today I ran head first (yet again) into a cliche.

I delivered a computer to a customer. Now, this customer is obviously an intelligent man – he has built his business up from nothing, and is doing well. Phone calls for new customers were coming in as I worked, and I could tell he knew his business.

When it came to the computer, though, the man was not only completely ignorant of basic operations, he had no desire to learn how to use this most powerful tool. A tool that could save him countless hours in handling the mundane aspects of running a business, yet he could barely (with my direction) check his email.

On the one hand, I find it abyssmally sad that this man of means and intelligence had no desire whatsoever to learn how to use the tools at hand to make his life easier. Stuck in his ways, he will spend much time needlessly doing things by pen and paper that could be automated, thus granting him time to better his business or enjoy the fruits of his labor.

On the other hand, I know I’ll be back in a matter of weeks when he runs into problems, and he’ll be paying me to fix them.

Graumagus over at Frizzen Sparks says:

On your blog (or in my comments if you are blogless) pick five really expensive toys you’d like to have that you really have no legitimate reason to get (other than the most legitimate of all reasons, that being that you just want it!)
Remember: Money is no object. My only rule is that it has to be something you could actually buy (or have built for you) legally. No “I’d have my own F-22!” stuff.

Well, here’s my Top Five of Toys I Have No Business Having:

1) An AV-4.
Okay, this hasn’t actually been built yet, but I could probably manage it. Take one large van or bread truck, then bolt the engines from a Harrier jump jet on it. Why? Because I keep getting sent into Beaverton, a land where they have no respect whatsoever for the ideas of decent road planning and traffic control. Sure, it will have all the aerodynamic properties of a brick, but with that kind of thrust-to-weight ratio, who cares? Just remember to strap in before you hit the Big Red Button.

Hey, if Burt can build SpaceShip One, I can build this.

2) Alienware Area 51m 7700 with all the options cranked to maximum: 3GHz P4 proc, 2 gigs of RAM, Creative laptop audio, dual-layer DVD+RW, extra battery, wireless logitech joystick, bells, whistles, and a kitchen sink logo. Somewhere around $4300 as configured.

Yes, boys and girls, I am a geek.

3) Ok, so the AV-4 is going to be difficult to get around in – I’d better get something with wheels to go with it. The car would be custom-made to my specs, based on a Viper rolling chassis and drivetrain, but built to seat 4 comfortably for distances. Black, of course.

4) The Weapopns of Destruction category: a pair of Sig-Sauer P226 9mm automatics. The Barrett .50 Grau listed is nice, but I like to be a little more up-close and personal than he does. Besides, you can’t carry that BMG around, and I can’t see anything at that kind of range.

5) The Weapons of Annoyance category: I’ll steal from Grau and list the paintball rotary cannon – and then strap it to the car’s trunk :)

Go ahead and tailgate me while flashing your DOC-damned ultra-halogen brights in my mirror, you SUV-driving ass-hat. I dare ya.

Well, it’s official: my apartment building has been sold, effective so immediately that March rent is to be paid to the new management company.

This sucks, because a sale like this is usually followed shortly thereafter by a raise in the rent – the purchaser needs to make back that capital investment. If it goes up, I may be forced to move. I hate moving.

Blurgh.

You ever have one of those days where you feel the need to write about something and just draw a blank? Random thoughts fly around in me head, but nothing settles long enough for me to jot it down. I’d drop a few links in here, but I haven’t seen anything worth linking in a while.

Really I’ve just been trying to get myself back into the swing of working a full time job again. Alot of my frustration comes from having to ration my paychecks so closely now – I’m actually taking home less money than when I was on unemployment, and I was spoiled for three years working a good job. I got too used to just buying what I wanted at the grocery store instead of watching every penny and clipping coupons.

And I keep running across little fun things to do, but then saying to myself “when am I going to have the time for that?” I’ll say it again: I want a 30-hour day.

Of course, it would help if the little things would go away to, like my daughter’s viral rash, which then settled into her knee, making it swell up and become very painful. So much so, that I had to cancel a date tonight to go down to the ER with her to make sure it wasn’t something really bad. (It’s not, just time and ibuprofin to heal.)

I suppose things will even out for me once work settles into a bit of a routine. We’re still kind of frantic, and today we got hammered for about an hour with walk-in customers. The incoming shelf is pretty full again as well, so I’m still in the West office part-time to keep up with the work. I’ll end up taking some of it East with me tomorrow, since I have an appointment to meet with a customer at the new shop. With any luck at all, I’ll be on my way there by 10am, more likely it won’t be until 1pm.

On that front, I may or may not have an assistant at this point. We hired a guy for the spot, and he seems to have the knack for the work, but he pulled a bone-headed dissappearing act today without calling in. Not a smart thing to do on your third day of work. We’ll get his story from him at the meeting tomorrow and decide if we can cut him some slack.

Speaking of Slack, I’m thinking about losing SuSE on the laptop here and going with Slackware instead. This seems to be running slower than the difference in hardware should make between my two systems, and I’ve already been stung by RPM hell. I’ll think about it for another day or two and see what comes up.

I am utterly amazed. I have spent the past several hours doing my taxes, and I will actually get money back this year.

(sound of a jaw dropping)

What with my self-employment, un-employment and other miscelleneous crapola, I fully expected to be in the hole, and was just praying for a $0-$0 balance. What I got was a Federal return large enough to cover my State and County taxes plus some extra for the ol’ slosh fund. (That is, the fund from which money to get sloshed on comes from. *grin*) Tip ‘o the fedora goes to TurboTax for the assist on the forms. Of course, I don’t have the cash on hand for the electronic filing, so I’ll have to wait an extra week for the forms to get there in the mail. I did opt for the direct-deposit, though.

Still, just amazed.

Now if only the State could adopt the same taxation forms as the Fed, then I’d get money back all ’round. Too much to ask for, I know.

Time for a look at the rest of my life.

The pookster is currently suffering from a nasty post-viral rash that basically just showed up out of the middle of nowhere like one I had back when I was 16 or so. She’s hating it, but it is going away fairly quickly. I think the EMC is hating it more though, since the two of thwm have been pretty much stuck in the house for a few days now.

In happier news, yesterday marked the one-year anniversary for me and my gal – yay! She surprised me with the gift of a new sledgehammer.

Ok, so maybe it only hits like one. What she gave me is a new 20-oz graphite pool cue. It’s on the heavy side of the range (just the way I like it) , and the graphite construction means it has almost no axial compression – every erg of force you put into a shot transfers directly to the cue ball.

So, since we now both have our own cues, it seemed only natural to have dinner at Sam’s Billiards in Hollywood on 42nd Ave. The steaks, of course, were delectable, but nowhere near as delectable as my girl in her red dress. She got quite a few looks as we played.

Sorry boys, but she’s taken :)

It seems I was a bit presumptive in thinking I was going to get any time at all worthwhile in the new shop this week, since every day they keep coming up with new reasons why I am needed at the old one. While the incoming shelf is remarkably low on new work, the field operation has lit up again, and I am once again just fighting to get time in the new place.

I did get the boss to sign off on officially scheduling me in the new shop though, by way of taking on a documentation / paperwork plan we need and scheduling a due date and time to work on it: the Official New Build Checklist. Thankfully, I keep my old copies of MaximumPC around for just such projects.

I also found out today how to get extra cash out of the bossman – if I set up an appointment for our Managed Services guy to meet with a client and he sells them our extended services (which amount to having an IT guy on-site ten hours a month), I get a commission percentage off the account.

So, Greyduck – you say you need some occasional help down there, right?… ;)

Okay, so the two of you who read this thing are wondering where the hell I’ve been. I’ll try to catch you up a bit.

This week has been wierd because I had my daughter so much. With her mom coming down with a case of strep throat, Pookie couldn’t go home, so she’s been here since last Friday with the exception of yesterday. I love my dughter, but she is used to getting a lot of attention, which leaves me very little time. I couldn’t tell you how many times I have wished the world would slow down it’s rotation a bit and give me a 30-hour day.

Today was annoying in the extreme. I was at the new shop yesterday, and got a couple of projects started that I was looking forward to finishing today, but ended up stuck in the West shop all day to help the other guys catch up again with their workload. What I really wanted to do was get back to the new shop, and it bugged me all day.

The good news is, I was able to magically fix a laptop by the simple method of taking it all apart and putting it back together again. My trunk is currently packed full of goodies to put into stock at the new shop, and I’m booked there for almost the whole day tomorrow. I have answers for the customer that came in Wednesday, and I know how to rig the cash drawer to open without being connected to a computer. (The one at the West shop can only be opened using a Point Of Sale program, which is stupid, since our invoicing software can’t do it. We have a complete software suite installed to merely open the damn drawer.)

I talked with the boss today, and got the official word on my job track: I am designated as the Shop Manager for the East store. My main responsibility will be to keep it operational through sales and service work. There will be another technician hired to interface with the customer and answer the phones while I concentrate on fixing computers. Secondarily, I will be learning the operations of our various servers and networks, since they all reside in my shop. Further responsibilities include occasional field service work, but this will (eventually) be a rarity.

This makes me very happy, since I think I have done enough field work over the past 8 years or so. It’s time to get out of the car for a while. At least it will be once we get another field tech trained up…

A terrible thing happened last Thursday. A young man applied for a job with us and arrived at our store for an interview. And then we all smiled at him and wasted the next two hours of his time.

I hate the fact that this happened the way it did. We should have all honestly looked him in the face and said “if you can’t be bothered enough to shave, shower and put on a nice, clean shirt for an interview, then we don’t want you working for us” and sent him on his merry way.

Instead, we actually interviewed him. And he didn’t do that bad, really. We weren’t looking for an experienced tech, so that wasn’t a real issue – he has some basic skills and knows how to delete spyware, which is really our bread and butter. But for him, the position he was applying for involves alot of face-time with our customers, and his appearance simply was not going to cut it.
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In other work news, the new shop is >-< this close to being actually open for business. I have a couple of test stations ready to go, and LOTS of bench space to expand upon as we go. Our credit card reader is in place, and I've even got some sodas in the 'fridge waiting for me. Now I just need the ok to actually go there and work. Yeah, there's more to be done before it's really finished....There's a couple outlets I need to get the contractors back in to repair (wire faults and one dead outlet) and I still need to move my data recovery machine in, but it's all stuff I can work around in the meantime. Besides, it's not like a Techie's shop is ever really a static environment, ya know? ----------------------------------------------------------- The Little Black Beastie seems to be doing just fine now. I replaced the air cleaner and the valve cover gasket last weekend (no more oil leaks!) and it has been running smooth both hot and cold since last Monday morning. With the exception of Thursday, that is. I went up to Vancouver to pick up a laptop for repair, and all was well on the way up, but as soon as I got back in the car to leave it started missing a cylender. Looking under the car, I could see the problem: a spark-plug wire had jumped off the coil, and I could see the damn thing arcing to the engine. WTF!?! Three points go to the boys over at the Les Schwab outlet across the street - they put the car up on a lift and put things back together for me at no charge. It's a shame I can't afford their prices for tires, I'd go back and buy from them next time to repay the courtesy. ----------------------------------------------------------- On the personal front, last Monday I went out to dinner with my most-recent ex girlfriend to try and smooth things out between us. My roomate is still a very close friend of hers, and the only truly convenient place for them to just hang out is our house, but with the tension and general wierdness between her and I, it was making things difficult. Things went pretty well. We were able to just sit there and chitchat for the first half-hour or so, and managed to delve into the deeper subjects without seriously pissing each other off or causing additional hurt. We isolated a few more instances of us simply not understanding what the other was aiming at, and concluded the whole thing on a friendlier note. On a frighteningly friendly note at one point - I gave her a ride home since she is carless now, and when she got out and said goodbye, I had a minor flashback to other, happier times. Not a painful flashback, but one that brought a good memory for me to reflect upon. It's nice to be able to remember the good times. We passed the first test as well, when she came over last Thursday to watch CSI with the roomie. they watched from his room, but we still passed each other on entrance and exit and held friendly chitchat without problems. Good. I hate to be a cause for friction between my friends. Damn - Thursday was a bit eventful, wasn't it?