Living in Medieval Times

Well, things just keep getting more amusing around these parts. Not only have I learned that this new computer system we've "updated" to is about 13 years old, there aren't many people that know how to use it. The techs speak tech, the project managers speak Dilbert, I speak English. None of us like, trust, or really know how to deal with each other. All of this so I can find out from my maverick colleague that salesforce.com is actually the site and system management that the majority of standard companies are using. SAP is an ancient database that's considered "training" for salesforce. HYSTERICAL!



And to think I've been breaking my ass listening to these dinosaur twits as if this thing is brand new. It's so funny how we "disperse" the news here. It's actually OLD NEWS. By over a DAMN DECADE. This reminds me of finding out my college had Macs from 1988 in the old Brooklyn College newsroom. How heartily I laughed my spleen sideways! Still, I managed to get the work done. This, however, is a joke. Particulary since I'm being "paid."



Rents go up, prices go up, MTA goes up, but wages do not. I shouldn't have to sell the contents of my closet on eBay because I have to, it should be because I want to. That doesn't seem to be the case these days. My "raise" --translation 'PITTANCE'--was wiped out by the fact that my healthcare costs just went up again for the third time in three years. Thanks, George Bush. But Vice Presidents get started at $50,000 or more. So basically the money I'm not being paid is going into someone's new split-level condo in Connecticut or New Jersey. I'm living in rent stablized hell with lead paint chips clonking me in the head. No wonder Dexter is sneezing. He's probably got mesothelioma by now.



My other co-worker got a "new" printer the other day. It's a 1999 model Hewlett Packard. That's just so amusing, I can't actually find it in me to laugh.



Apparently, Pravda is the way of the news around here. If top level management sees fit to lie to the masses, how the hell do we know what's the truth and what isn't? Thank god my new maverick came in and told me the truth. She's set a goal to get out of here by March 15, my birthday. I hope to God, Heaven, and Every Saint that I can join her. It would be a Kodak moment of JOY if we both leave at the same time.



I'll be sitting here on Saturday, kiddies, typing away. Not work, but on the resume. Revenge is nice, and it's even better when it comes in the form of a fatter paycheck.