sabine: (Angry Kitty)
Medical ‘Conscience Rule’ Is Issued

I can't be the only one who thinks this is a REALLY FREAKING BAD IDEA. I feel the need to break out the Caps Lock of Rage, here. It seems appropriate.

If you want to force your morality and ethics on other people, join the clergy or be a parent. If you want to help people, you need to help them all, EVEN IF the things your morals dictate are "proper behavior" and "right choice" aren't happening in those you're helping.

I cannot fathom how this is a good thing. I am scared, worried, and angry. I will go make some tea and calm down enough to pick something to be happy about today, but...this is wrong. Really, profoundly wrong.

hmph

Oct. 11th, 2008 10:18 pm
sabine: (Ball-cap cartoon)
I'm really glad that Downwood and I got to watch the Red River Rivalry game today. It was really, really good football and a ton of fun to watch. We cheered for Texas because they were the underdogs, but both teams played excellent football.

I never expect Iowa State to win, so I'm never too disappointed. Last week, I was disappointed because we blew a lead and snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.

And then we watched the Wisconsin-Penn State game. What. the. hell. Where's my team? What the hell happened to them? We got steamrolled. They walked all over us and could do no wrong. Our defense played well, but they were on the field for almost the entire game. Our offense sucked donkey balls and has possibly given me an ulcer.

Oy. I'm going to go cheer for either Mizzou or Okie State and be happy with either outcome. If I didn't care so much about my teams, it wouldn't be so rough when they don't do well, but I don't think I'd enjoy the game quite as much.
sabine: (Fuck)
So, apparently, LoudTwitter is trying to make me crazy today. I don't know why it was posting over and over and over today when it's been set up to post for the last four days.

So now it thinks my LJ password is something else entirely while it sits in the corner and thinks about what it's done.

GRARGH

Jul. 18th, 2008 11:46 am
sabine: (Angry Kitty)
I've been trying to do a pretty good job of counting my blessings and being aware and appreciative of things that make me happy on a daily basis. This, in general, is a good thing and it helps keep me balanced.

There are a couple of things, though, that are making me want to build a freeze ray and take over the world. I mean, seriously, why the crap are these things happening?

  • A conscience clause that will allow "medical professionals — from ambulance drivers to pharmacists — to refuse to provide care for people who seek services they find religiously objectionable". This proposal would allow anyone in the health care industry to refuse service and be morally and legally exempt from blame.

    Why don't more people see a problem with this?! I mean, if you go into the health care industry, you're going to be forced to interact with people of different faiths than you. Be an adult, suck it up, and HELP THOSE WHO ARE COMING TO YOU FOR HELP!! Pray for them on YOUR time, don't try to force them into following YOUR broken moral compass.

  • US Dept of Health is trying to classify contraceptives as abortion and ban them both.

    A couple of other women on my flist have had some strong things to say about this. I'm in agreement with them and I have this to add: IF YOU AGREE WITH THIS IDIOTIC PROPOSAL, YOU SUCK.

    On a slightly more mature note, go here, fill this out. Also, send letters/faxes/phone calls/emails to this address:

    The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services
    200 Independence Avenue, S.W.
    Washington, D.C. 20201
    Telephone: 202-619-0257
    Toll Free: 1-877-696-6775

    HHS Secretary Mike Leavitt
    Office Phone: 202-690-7000 or 202-205-4708
    Email: mike.leavitt@hhs.gov
    Fax: 202-690-7203
    Correspondence Secretary: 202-690-6392

    Faxes and letters have a bigger impact, but anything helps.

  • Did you know that if you're a 14 year old girl and get drunk that you automatically consent to any and all sexual behavior? That's what the courts say.

    I can't even come up with something suitably snarky and rage-filled to say about that judge. The guy is, of course, an asshole, but the judge is a new form of filth that I estimate is somewhere around slime mold for clear thinking and morality. Bastard.
sabine: (Jon Stewart: What?)
Again, I'll be looking at the bright side of life in a bit, but before I do that, I have another Idiotic Political Moment brought to us by our Fearless Leader in the War on Terrists and Nukleer Weapons.

The American leader, who has been condemned throughout his presidency for failing to tackle climate change, ended a private meeting with the words: "Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter."

He then punched the air while grinning widely, as the rest of those present including Gordon Brown and Nicolas Sarkozy looked on in shock.
Sauce



First seen at [livejournal.com profile] cuddlycthulhu.

I'm in desperate need of a drink. And then dance class in 2.5 hours. Yus.
sabine: (Crazy)
Rove ignores committee's subpoena, refuses to testify

Must be nice to ignore inconvenient things like that.


I will write something more positive later. Maybe after I sink California into the ocean I'll feel more cheerful about life in general

dammit

Jun. 4th, 2008 03:12 pm
sabine: (Bitchcakes)
My laptop died last night. It was a low-key, low-drama death - it simply shut itself off in the middle of a sentence. I hit the power button, then I held down the power button, but neither one made the lights come back on and the happy disk-spinny sounds wouldn't come back.

After I grabbed Downwood and begged for help, we tried taking out the battery, switching power supplies, and just letting it sit in the corner for a little while to think about what it had done. The last step is also known as "let the machine cool down because though it has always put out a lot of heat, this is a Lot Of Heat".

So I made dinner, we watched some History Channel, and he went back to work. I was in the kitchen when I heard a startled "Oh, now it's just messing with me!" from the dining room. When I went to investigate, I saw my laptop up on its side so that the V-shape was on the table and the keyboard was perpendicular to the table. And it was running.

It shut itself off again after a minute or two, so Downwood went back into the case to see if he could figure out which connection was loose.

When we went to bed, Downwood's diagnosis was that the motherboard is borked and he's going to try to deal with Alienware to get a replacement or a better diagnosis. Me? I'm just glad I had someone around who knew what to try beyond holding down the button and praying to the Almighty Darwin for an intercession.

frak

Apr. 28th, 2008 03:22 pm
sabine: (Bitchcakes)
Big, fat, fluffy snowflakes are filling up my window.

This is not cool. WTF, Wisconsin? Seriously, wtf?
sabine: (Bitchcakes)
If you emailed, called, stopped by, or otherwise tried to talk to me in the last week or so, I apologize for the delay. My brain is deciding to not work lately. I will reply, honest, it may be just a little longer.

hell, no

Mar. 19th, 2008 08:01 pm
sabine: (Fuck)
The optimism and good cheer of my previous post notwithstanding, the National Weather Service and Mother Nature can bite my pasty white ass.

I reject their reality and substitute my own. It's Spring, dammit.


(It's also Wisconsin, I've been expecting it, and the sun is back, but I'm really incredibly ready for Winter to die to bring life back into the world.)

dang it!

Feb. 15th, 2008 09:04 am
sabine: (Computer frustration)
So I'm driving to work this morning and trying to remember what all I have to get done today. I was supposed to stop at the bank for cash, but my windows were frozen shut so I couldn't get to the ATM. It wasn't until I was getting my coffee that I remembered I was supposed to stop at Walgreen's for Half Price Chocolate Day! Dang it! I was looking forward to having peanut butter cups and other tasties today.

Ah well, here's hoping that there's still something left when I stop on my way home from work.

grr

Apr. 12th, 2007 03:54 pm
sabine: (Computer frustration)
In the middle of me being pissed off by people not reading or exercising any independent thinking before calling or emailing me with WAAAHHH! IT DUN WERK RITE!! I go to a meeting. When I come back, there are two Jelly Babies sitting on my desk. I'm a little afraid of them, but I'm smiling as I contemplate a more appropriate revenge for my frustrations than simply reaching through my monitor and choking people.

Hee! Jelly Babies!
sabine: (My lady Disdain)
I got to work this morning and immediately began working on the Big Important Issue That's Eating My Brain. I took a break from it in the mid-morning to attend a meeting regarding the trip I'm scheduled for to Dallas next week. *waves to Dallas LJ folks* When I got back to my office, I started looking at the program I wrote to help search out bad data and destroy it when I noticed something...odd.

That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach? Yeah, go with that.

You see, at the beginning of the week, we divvied up who was going to be writing which utilities. Each division got assigned the ones that they are the experts in. Simple, no? Yesterday afternoon I flipped out and demanded that another team send me their finished product because, hello, the deadline was yesterday noon.

I took a look at what they sent me. I tested it. Then I started cursing. The search that they had found worked. It'd been tested and released and is available to all who use our software. But, it searches exactly the opposite of what I needed. I need to find bad data - the search they gave me will take bad data and tell you where all it is in the system.

This? Not so much useful.

So I started writing my own code. I took what I'd already done, what I knew of that application, and a couple of handy tools and I wrote the capability into my search to pull off the one that the other team utterly dropped the ball on. As I was recovering that fumble and heading to the endzone, my phone rings. I glance to the caller ID. The COO (Chief Operations Officer, 2nd in command of the company) is calling me.

$#^!#$*@#$(

We talked for 15-20 minutes about the Big Important Issue That's Affecting More Than Just My Customer and what I and the other people working on it were doing to fix it. He wanted some background as to why it happened in the first place, how we identified the extent of the problem, who was working on it, who all would be affected by it, and what plans we have in place to help out the other customer teams who will need to deal with it.

After he hung up, I called the rest of my team who were all like "WTF, mate?" I also called my team lead and said, "I need some help here. These other guys won't answer the phone or return my calls and I need this done in 90 minutes. I'm also on the verge of a nervous breakdown, so any help would be appreciated."

I also had Downwood call to remind me that I have a life outside of work, and it's a pretty darn good life.

The code got done. I got to sit in a meeting with Big Important People and say, "Yes, I think that we've done what we can. If something else goes wrong, so be it, but we've covered all the places we foresee problems happening. I'm willing to do the work, but I need help validating it and making sure it's all good."

Because of this mess, I'm not going to Texas next week after all. They said that they don't want me to hand this off to someone else to finish and that making sure that this goes well is more important than the other trip. I think that they're right in that no one else at the Evil Empire knows as much about all the parts of this Issue as me, though I was looking forward to escaping the drama and pressure for a few days.

Leaving work was a trial in itself: I found myself locked out of the house and the coffeeshop where I was going to wait for Downwood was closed. Luckily, my ride didn't just abandon me, so I got a glass of wine and Dune until he showed up. Then, I got a burger, a really good beer, some yummy fries, and the final book in a Series of Unfortunate Events. I'm going to go pass out now in preparation for a makeover and Day Out With The Girls tomorrow.
sabine: (Computer frustration)
Do you work in technical support or customer service? Do you interact with people on a daily basis who make you wonder how they manage to dress themselves or even breathe? If so, we have a fabulous new product in development that will take your daily stressors and totally remove them from your life, leaving you refreshed at the end of the day.

Our objective is to develop a product that will make it possible to send a frozen fish - tuna, mackerel, haddock, whatever you want - through the phone line to either wallop or choke the person on the other end. This can be easily combined with our new computer program that will deliver an automatic electric shock through the keyboard or mouse if a user either does something dumb or trigger a shock on an as-needed basis, such as if they have sent you an overly-bitchy email reiterating the same 3 points they just shouted, whined, and complained about for the previous hour on the phone.

We are taking pre-orders now. A shipping date has not yet been confirmed, so join our mailing list to receive all the latest news and updates!

Thank you.

fantastic

Sep. 12th, 2006 04:48 pm
sabine: (Computer frustration)
So today's had a lot of work stress thrown at me. 'Scool, I'm coping mostly okay and moving through my day. I'm at my desk, typing away, and thinking that a snack would be awfully appropriate. So I grab a chocolatey rice cake...and feel a *crunch* in my back teeth.

And then spit out some shards of metal.

I can't get in to see the dentist until Friday morning, which is also when I've got the chiropractor appointment that my back is telling me is about four days overdue. Luckily, nothing hurts yet.

The only thing that has saved the world from me going off the deep end are the CDs of the Nadas Live from the 2006 Iowa State Fair. These thin discs of plastic separate the world from Emo Sabine, because it's very hard to be Dark, Depressed, and Gawthy when rocking out to Templeton Rye.

Now, for more meetings and some reading before Downwood comes to pick me up later tonight. Rock on.

EDIT. After these last meetings, I recommend that, should you live in Virginia or have loved ones there, get out now. In 48 hours, I'm going to level the entire state down to bedrock, then nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
sabine: (Computer frustration)
Customer: Hey, Sabine! Heeeeyyy!! *stamps foot* PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!
Me: *hits Pause on Brobdingnagian Bards* Huh? Oh, hey. 'Sup?
Customer: You PROMISED us that this HUGE CATASTROPHE was FIXED, but it's NOT WORKING!!!!!
Me: Well, five exclamation points is surely a sign of an unbalanced mind, but I'll look into it. Now, shoo!
Me: *checks our internal environments* Well, now. That's a little strange. *calls up cool coworker* Hey, Cool Coworker, could you check and see if the fix is there?
Cool Coworker: *checks* Not only do I not see it, but I see a line that's suspiciously blank. Perhaps they removed it?
Me: Figures. Thanks, CC.
Me: Yo, customer. Here's the problem: you removed the fix that I put in. Strange how it doesn't work now, isn't it?

I'm awaiting a response from the customer. I'm hoping for:
Customer: Well, don't we feel like idiots. In thanks for your hard work in putting up with our insanities, we're sending you and your Cool Coworker gift certificates to Godiva and other such fine establishments. You two truly rock and we are not worthy to have you helping us through this difficult install that's gone on far too long. We promise to listen to every word you have to say in the future and we'll take all your advice as the technical genius that it is.

I'm going to get:
Customer: Well, then, you should FIX IT so that we don't have this PROBLEM any more. GAWD, you people at the Evil Empire SUCK. *heavy sigh* I guess this means that you have NO (*^%*(&( CLUE what you're doing and WHY did WE have to get saddled with you ANYWAY?!?!?!?? AUGH, our lives are SO HARD and you SUCK SO BADLY and we just don't have TIME to deal with your pesky requests. Be off with you!



I wish I could say that I was surprised. Whee. Go customer service!
sabine: (Computer frustration)
Customer: Hm, we'd kind of like to be able to look at this. Implementor, could you maybe find a way to answer this incredibly vague request?
Implementor: Hey, Sabine, the customer wants...something. Can you help?
Me: Give me a minute...Here, this seems to be what they want.
Implementor: Holy crap, you rock! I didn't expect this until Friday! Thank you!!!
Customer: GAWRAWRWAW!@#%!$#!@#$ THAT'S NOT WHAT WE WANTED!!! YOU ALL SUCK FUZZY DONKEY BALLS1!!11!ONE!
Me to Implementor: W.T.F?!
Implementor to customer: We're terribly sorry, we suck, you're the gods we should be worshipping, etc. Um, could you maybe, possibly be a teeeensy bit more specific with your request so we don't have to bother you with this again? Please?
Customer: *melodramatic sigh* I GUESS. GAWD, this is SUCH a PAIN...
Me to Implementor: No shit.
Customer: Here's a small detail. Figure it out.
Implementor, Me: *headdesk*
Implementor: Well, Sabine, what do you know?
Me: I am a tech goddess, of course. I have miraculously pulled some data from the system (not my ass, I swear). Here, go be a hero to the Customer.
Implementor to customer: Our resident tech goddess rocks. Here, be happy.
Customer: Life is sunshine and kittens and bunnies ejaculating rainbows! You people at the Evil Empire are wonderful and we love you!!!!!
Implementor, Me: *headdesk*

grr

Aug. 14th, 2006 08:10 am
sabine: (Waffle)
Dear Coworker,

If you're going to talk on speaker phone AND you have no concept of an Indoor Voice, please close your office door. When I can still hear you clearly in my office, which is down the hall, when my door is closed, it passes from "annoyance" to "justifiable homicide".

Love and kisses,
Me
sabine: (Carpet ship)
I spent today at a seminar entitled Managing Multiple Projects, Objectives, and Deadlines. It was supposed to teach us how to minimize stress, maximize productivity, and get more done in each day while juggling several tasks at once.

Total. Waste. Of. Time.

This SkillPath seminar? Not worth it. So very not worth it.

The good part of today was that there was no dealing with customers, I got to visit a small farmers' market, hang out with Downwood for a good chunk of the day, actually had time to read a Book To Make Me More Smart, worked out, and am now waiting for the coals to be ready for dinner.

There might be a post later with more brain to it than this one. Or not. Who knows.

dead

Jul. 16th, 2006 05:43 pm
sabine: (My lady Disdain)
Downwood made me new icons. I love them. They rock.

-------

I think I nearly qualify as dead. I'm utterly exhausted in pretty much every way. I keep telling myself that I'll get through this day and then there's only one more before I fly home and have a day and a half to lounge around, then two days of work, then I get to see my sister, two good friends, and go to faire with a whole posse of people.

It doesn't help. Truthfully, it makes me want to curl up under the table in a little ball and shake. I'm so tired of being around People. I've spent more time in this damn room than the rest of my trip all put together. I'm stressed and worn through and through. My public mask is starting to fray and chip around the edges; my back has returned to how it felt before I left grad school and started chiropractic care.

There has been lots of shouting, tons of stress, hours of boredom, and several tidal waves of panic. When things go wrong, they go REALLY wrong and need to be fixed As Quickly As Humanly Possible. I've learned a lot in a hurry, solved some things that would have made me cry a month ago, and stood up for myself in a nasty confrontation.

There have been spots of brightness. I got to meet both Bri and Jenn - two Amazingly Fabulous People Who I Wish I Lived Closer To. I've had some amazing meals: sushi, pasta, a chocolate dessert that made an entire day worth living, and some very tasty BBQ. I'm going out to dinner with a coworker tomorrow night and then to the Dallas Lush store, which fills me with no small amount of glee.

I want quiet. I want peace. I want to not have to be cooped up in this basement. I want to see my Downwood and check on my dog - she's been throwing up and very sick the last few days and I'm very, very worried about her. I want to finish KT's bodice and get one put together that I've had the pieces sitting around for a year. I want to cook something healthy. I want to sleep and not wake up to an alarm. I want to drive around and not swelter.

77 hours down. 14 to go. I think I can do this, but it's really taking its toll. I might be pushing the August deadline back a bit longer. It really depends.

I'm tired.

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