June 30, 2011

Scurvy Cast - Lucky 13!

I know it's been a while since I've talked about Scurvy Media.  We have a podcast once a week or so.  Most of them are about 45 minutes to an hour.  They've graciously asked me to participate in a few sessions.  This latest one is a bit eclectic, but still fun.  If you're interested, it can be downloaded from libsyn or from the iTunes store.

If you're interested in sending me a topic, please do.  You can reach me here, in the comments, at the email address listed on the blog (and the show) or you can call the Scurvy Hate Hotline.

June 24, 2011

Call Me Till It Hurts!

It's no secret I'm a masochist.  And by that, I mean I work for the government, at an IT help desk.  Feel the pain!  Oh yes baby, throw me under that bus.  Oooh, I love it when you can't find the Any Key.  Oh, Yes!  Threaten to call my boss when I tell you that because you don't have a network connection, I can't remote into your computer and take control to solve the problem.  Yell at me!  Louder! *purr*

Twisted kinks aside, there are days when I really don't get this job.  Today would be one of them.

June 23, 2011

It Burns!

"The computer on 3B in the control room is broken.  I am not sure what happen there is a post it on the monitor that simply says “broken”.
Thank you,"

This is an honest to god email that was sent to the help desk where I work.  Now, before I rake my fingers through my hair and exclaim “Why!  How are we supposed to help with this, exactly?”, let me say that I appreciate this user taking the time to report the problem when the person who stuck the note on it didn’t.  However, I have no idea what to do with this message.  If I respond back saying we need more information, the user can’t tell me what’s wrong.  She’s just the messenger, and probably doesn’t know who put the note on the display.  If I send this as a work order to our field techs, they’re going to complain that there’s not enough information, and possibly send it back to me to do the leg work.  Which, as we’ve previously established, isn’t going to be easy.  I think I’m going to do what my cohort suggested and tell the user to remove the post-it, declare it fixed, and wait for someone to call in the details.  

The moral of the story is, if you find something broken, either fix it or give enough information to the people who can do the work to be useful.  It will save many an IT person’s livers because we won’t be driven to drink as often.

June 15, 2011

English in a Strange Land

In my life, it's not unusual for me to attract attention.  Most of the time, it's in the form of stares or casual conversation with people when I'm out in public.  I'll have a friend spot me when I'm out and about and my phone will chirp with a text message "Hey, saw you in traffic.  What are you doing downtown?".  Or, I'll have someone walk up to me when I'm shopping for a replacement dildo and joke about how this is the strangest "Fancy meeting you here" experience ever.  (True story, by the way.)  While that's the norm, I have gotten a few  random friend requests or emails on my favorite social networking site.  Usually, I'll add a person because I don't have much to hide.  If there's something I want to keep restricted to a select number of people, I've set up privacy groups for that.

I tell you that to set the stage for what's turning into my most recent social experiment, starring, me!  This is not inspired by OKCupid or any dating site for that matter.  I got a random message from someone named "Bradley" asking if I was at the Steampunk booth at Contagion Outbreak this weekend.  Sadly, I hadn't been able to make it.  Over the course of the day, we come to find out we have  about 15 people in common.  This has since turned into an IM conversation.  Here's where I step a little outside the experience and watch from the sidelines, evan as I'm participating.

I have no idea how to respond to the first IM of a conversation when it's just a smiley.  I mean, I know it's just a marker for the beginning of a new discourse, but I get no meaning from it.  It's the same with "Hi".  Yeah, I know it's a greeting.  But, it seems like such and empty way to start talking to someone.  You have three sentences before you get to talking about what you wanted to; Hi.  How are you?, and THEN you get to the meat of the matter.  Were it me, and my purpose was to chat to kill time, I'd start with "I'm bored.  Entertain me!", "You'll never guess who I ran into this morning.  No.  Literally ran in to.  As in, with my car.", or something like that.  Give me an idea of what you're after.  I don't know your mood, where you are, or what you're looking for from me without a little direction.

I get the same thing from dating sites.  Honestly, I don't know how to respond to "Ur sexy.".  Thanks?  I get that it's a compliment.  But, I'm not one to be hung up on looks.  So, if you're looking for me to recipriocate the fawning, it more than likely won't happen.  Well, unless you're an adoniss.  Then you might get a "You will more than do.".  What can I say?  I'm more attracted to the mind than the matter.  (Don't get me wrong, I do need some physical attraction too, but I'm more likely to stare off into space daydreaming about conversations had than remembering glimpses of bare flesh.)

Let me give you an example.  This Bradley character sent me a photo of himself.  It was your average cell phone headshot, nothing explicit.  Now, he's not an unattractive guy.  The photo is a little dark and shot at a strange angle, so I can't really see his face in detail.  But, it's a face I could be fond of if everything else fell into place. Thing is, I have no idea how to respond to him about his picture.  I know people are proud of their looks, and I don't want to make the guy feel self conscious.  But, to me, it's just a photo so I can have a face for a name.  Most people give a reaction; a little white lie if they don't think the person is attractive or are just average.  I just...  Can't.

So, I suppose this experiment is one to teach me how  those outside of my hand picked circle act and communicate.  So far, I'm a bit lost.  It seems to be without much substance.  Sure, there are times when my whiny texts to my best friends don't say anything important.  Here's an example: "I think the last customer was on the shitter when they called.  He strained his bowels into my ear the entire time."  Nothing earth shatterinly important there, but it was a full sentence. It was something to grab on to and talk about.  Even if it was just to say "Jesus Christ E, that's disgusting!"  What can a girl add to a smiley?

I guess what I'm saying is that if you're interested in talking to me, I'd be happy to wile away the time.  I have a vast assortment of topics that interest me.  Just, give me a seed to start with.

June 9, 2011

No Moss Here!

Well, I've gotten a little behind in my updates about the house.  Really, the stone has continued to roll, and I've let no moss grow under my feet. 

The latest is that I've finally gotten the paperwork from the bank to remove the house from the chapter 13 bankruptcy.  (This is the paperwork that they swore I'd have to file and they weren't even able to do it when I first started calling them about this in November.  *shakes head*)  Today is the deadline to file a motion for a stay.  Since I don't want to stay in the house, and have no intention or ability to come current, I'm going to just let that pass me by.

Here's what that means.  The bank will file the paperwork with the court.  The court will grant it.  There's no question there since I haven't paid them a dime in months.  That, as I understand it, allows them to start foreclosure procedures.  It could be weeks, it could be months before the gears churn away to the point where I have to get out of the house.  After calling the attorney's office (for the second time, I'll add) to let them know my intentions, they told me to watch my mail.  I'll be getting a letter that looks like a newsletter that has the date of the public auction for my house on it.  It should be certified, so if I get a notice to come pick it up, I need to do that right away.  This is all going on in tandem with the offer on the short sale that has been in the works for about a month now.  So, it's more or less beat the clock here.  Who's going to win;  my real estate agent, or the bank?

What I think is frustrating (and would be funny from the outside looking in) is the fact that I've been very prompt with letting people know my intentions.  Like I said, I called about this the Friday before Memorial day.  By 6:00 that night, my ex, real estate agent, and I thought my lawyer's office knew what my plans were.  Nope.  Apparently, the message got lost in the works.  Fast forward to today.  My ex sends me a text asking if I was going to respond to the email from the attorney's office.  ...  I didn't get an email.  So, I called and found out they were asking if we wanted to let the house go since today was the deadline to file for a stay.  Alright, time to make another call.

Twenty minutes later, I'm off the phone having let them know, again, what my intentions are.  I got a little more information on what is and will happen and felt like we'd made progress.  I also had let my ex know that he needed to call them and update his address (which he swore to me he'd already done.) so they'd be able to send him information as well.  Because, for now, they think we're still in the same place.  (He's been out since November, FYI.)  I also requested that I be made the primary contact when it came to issues with the house since I'm the one that's still living there and working on getting it disposed of.

What really tore it for me was when I get a second call from my ex telling me he'd changed his address with the lawyer, but they'd asked him what he wanted to do with the house. *sputter* *cough*  I swear, that wasn't 10 minutes prior that I'd hung up with them, telling them I'm the decision maker here!

I guess the moral of the story here is, never take someone at face value.  If you have an important issue you need to resolve, be a pit bull.  Assume that you're not being heard and make more noise than you need to.  Sure, you might piss a few people off, but in the long run, results are results.  And when it comes to getting this house taken care of, I can't really think of anything more important in my life right now.  So, if you'll excuse me, I think I need to go file my fangs into a point and work on my snarl.