Tuesday, March 15, 2005
I'm surprised I haven't already done this …
Beware the Ides of March …
Beware the Ides of March
I should have listened to my own advice.
Things were slow at The Office. Quite slow. So slow that P (one of the other tech support guys) decided to leave early. Smirk was out sick (the flu) and the other remaining tech support guy, C, has had his hours cut back and wasn't in The Office today.
Leaving me.
Of course, once P left, the phone started ringing off the hook.
Okay, it wasn't that bad …
But I was kept busy today. When I wasn't requeing emails I was answering customers questions about why they weren't getting emails, downloading a new customer's site to our server (and finding out it wasn't so critical to be done today—sigh), talking to a customer that talked wouldn't stop talking—I knew what he wanted about thirty seconds into the conversation, but he just … wouldn't … stop … talking … and I couldn't even get a word in edgewise … just … okay … ye— … ok— … let— … me— … ye— … I'll— … I'll— … yes— … yes— … ok— … I'll— … ye— … I'llgiveSmirkthemessagegoodbye!click.
Sheesh.
And then …
Another customer (who's actually next door to The Company) wants some modifications done to his osCommerce site—the same one I was working on last week. There are “too many clicks.” Wants me to remove a few of the check-out steps as the site only has two products.
There are over five hundred files in the typical osCommerce installation. Five hundred files written in PHP. And he wants me to remove a few steps.
Heh.
Heh heh.
Oh, my side!
“Yes, just give me an estimate. If it'll take a few minutes, just say that. If it'll take three hours, good enough.”
“Um … how about days?”
I think the desk is going to win.
… it's around here somewhere …
Spring's father wanted to eat at a steak house tonight. Not a problem if we were still living at Condo Conner or the Facility in the Middle of Nowhere. Having lived in that area for almost twenty years one gets to know the types and locations of a variety of restuarants that can match almost any need.
But here at Casa New Jersey?
Heck, it took me an hour to find the Home Depot that's just around the corner last week. And I've yet to locate an actual branch of my bank (heh—down in north Broward/south Palm Beach counties every other building contains a branch of my bank).
Gary (Spring's father) and I ended up driving for over half an hour looking for a Roadhouse Grill I glimpsed … last week? Yesterday? Somewhere … sometime …
Finally found it next door. I knew it was close by somewhere!
