I actually kind of liked my old job. That is, I liked my boss and co-workers (as much as I like anyone these days). The job itself was support. And I HATE SUPPORT. With a passion. An eternal passion that rivals my hatred of children. There is nothing worse than support. I blame support for my misanthropy. I used to like people. Then I spent all day coming up with last minute solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people. I swear, asking adults to use a computer is like asking a 5 year old to drive the Indy 500, or at least the act like it. These things aren't that fucking hard, you morons. But somehow, they KEEP FUCKING THEM UP. And then it was my job to make it all better. Instantly, you know. Because they had to get back to playing solitaire or surfing for porn right away!
But that is all over now. I am free of support and I will NEVER go back to it if I can help it. I now get to learn all new kinds of frustration in the fascinating world of development. I'm certain I will hate it just as much, but it will minimize my contact with other people.
The only problem is this: I am severely out of practice at development. My skills, such as they were, have atrophied. So this weekend is turning into a cram fest.
I hope its worth it.
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A place for me to vent my hate for the human race. I hope you find it disgusting and reprehensible. It just proves that I'm right. Updated when the fuck I feel like it. All comments, email, and other submissions become the property of the blog owner. I will feel free to use it or publish it however the fuck I like, with special attention on ways to hurt your tender pink feelings.
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- Think Jabba, only with more hair and vestigal legs. If you have 46 chromosomes, the chances are that I hate you.
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