Campfyre Stories

I was having this conversation with Girl the other day, about how some of the more amusing stories never actually end. However, they also get successively less amusing as time goes on. This was in relation to a story that I’m not allowed to put on the internet. One that I thought ended almost a month ago, but no… I mean, But wait! There’s more!

So Denny’s… I mean this new job. I got sent home yesterday at 4ish with a directive to come in around 9 or 10. I got a phone call at 7:30 to go ahead and come in at 9, since the computer was here. Heh. Well, it is, but with a note that since there was no power strip or network cable the installation couldn’t be completed. Apparently, the working outlets that *everyone else* are using are not good enough for me.

Eventually my manager comes in and brings me a network cable.  Cool, except that it doesn’t work, or the jack doesn’t work, or something, but it’s just plain not working.  Until it does.  Woo.

But wait, there’s more!  Now that I’m connected and log into the computer, I can’t actually DO anything because of the universal username that’s implemented here.  First I have to register my username in order to set my password, but no one gave me my password to log into my email and my manager is telling me that it should be the same password that I’m registering for!!!  AUGH!  I think this was when my brain exploded.  I started giggling madly because, really, what else can you do here?

Well, you can call the help desk.  At least, if you have a phone, you can.  Which I don’t…  except my cell phone.  Which, of course, I have to use.  Grr!  And it turns out that the guy who came to screw up…  I mean, set up my computer, set up my username incorrectly.  Ok, problem solved.

But wait!  There’s more!

This phone thing is completely out of control.  They’ll set me up with that on 2/14.  Aww…  a Valentine’s present from the communications people.  Thing is, they requested this with enough time for all of this stuff to be done BEFORE I got here.  At least, in theory.  AND, the required software for the job I’m doing isn’t installed on this computer.  Heh.  Which means more phone calls (and more minutes wasted) to the infernal Help Desk.

And, you know, I know, and I mean, I know that this isn’t the end of it.  I can feel that there’s more coming, I just don’t know what, or when.

And…  to top it all off, I still don’t have any crayons!