IT Therapy

This is supposed to be therapy. My little vent for the usual work-related shite that I have to endure. Well, we'll see.

So, here I am on another rainy Sunday night with the standard rainbow of emotions caused by looking ahead at the week. Maybe this week it'll be great for me. I'll make that difference. I'll be praised by colleagues, accomplish loads, achieve goals, surpass targets, etc, etc so that I'll walk out of work on Friday knowing I'm in the right profession and that yes, I am good at what I do. Maybe it'll be another long week. Another week where I just try to get thro' it without causing too much damage. Or maybe it'll be yet another week of swimming thro' treacle. Getting dumped on and trying to sort out everyone else's mistakes and doing all the stuff that others refuse to do 'cos they want an easy life. Well, we'll see.

I'm an IT professional, working in software in Ireland. Like thousands of others. I'm guessing my work life is no different to others in this field. Maybe I'll get comments like "You're dead right, pal! The shite I have to put up with too...", "I'm surrounded by idiots and political animals...", "The unpaid hours I've put in for these ungrates...". I thought it would be comforting to know I'm not alone. Hmmm. Then again, now that I think about it, I don't want to discuss your problems! This is my therapy. What am I, your work agony aunt? Ahh, don't let that stop you sharing your thoughts and problems tho'. Just don't expect me to do anything about them or make you feel better.

Anyhow, here's my little plan. I aim to write about the shite I endure each day. It might make me feel better. On the boring days, I'll recount historic episodes of note - things that've happened in my career that I still carry around in my head. Those events that I think are amusing or interesting enough for someone else to read about. Then again, I could bore you shitless with these tho' but luckily for me, i care not a jot. He-he. Now to protect the innocent, the ignorant and especially myself, I'll have to avoid specifics. That's gonna be hard to do at times. Partly 'cos I'd love to mention a few names and partly 'cos the stories might end up too vague and diluted to tell. I'm keen to avoid legal action however. That would be my 'major motivator'.

So, here's where I am now. I'm in the middle of delivering a project to a customer, a large and well-known company in Ireland. I won't say what sector they're in but they're large enough for me to claim with some certainty that you're using one of their products or services. Hopefully, that narrows it down but keeps it open enough. Some bigwig in there has overshot his budget and is trying to balance it out by delivering this project asap 'cos it'll save money when this project goes live. So I'm caught between doing the project properly and as per schedule while pandering to his need to get it out there and working. Heard it all before, right? My main dealings are with a wonderful bitch working for him. I'll have to call her That Rude Bitch. Hey, I'm no Ross Golden Bannon (I can get away with that name drop, can't I?) but it is an appropriate moniker.

I'll finish up on a positive note. Last Friday, I was chatting to one of the guys in the client company over the phone. We were discussing TRB's death. That cheered us both up. He started to bring me down when he said that he wanted to attend her funeral. Was this out of some misguided respect? I held out some hope for him tho'. He didn't let me down when he explained that it was purely to ensure that she was indeed definitely dead. Ahh, I enjoyed his comment. Maybe this'll be the week it happens for us. Well, we'll see.