Friday, April 30, 2004
You're a fucking asshole
Yup, it's true.
Didn't I tell you motherfuckers to leave comments concerning how my blog is loading in your browers?
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Do me a favour, take 3 minutes out from molesting your kids, your dog, your grandma, or whatever the hell it is you sick fuckers do in your spare time and leave a goddamn comment.
Help a brother out.
Didn't I tell you motherfuckers to leave comments concerning how my blog is loading in your browers?
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Do me a favour, take 3 minutes out from molesting your kids, your dog, your grandma, or whatever the hell it is you sick fuckers do in your spare time and leave a goddamn comment.
Help a brother out.
You're a Motherfucker
Yeah, it's true. And the reason you're a motherfucker is because you've been complaining that my blog doesn't load
properly in your browser. You have to go to all the trouble of refreshing the page when you visit. But since I'm a friend of the
motherfuckers I've attempted to fix the problem. So leave a comment letting me know if the issue has been resolved.
And speaking of motherfuckers I've recently had a great idea for a restaurant. Yup, you guessed it, the name is Motherfuckers.
What I want to do is get a bunch of white guys, dress them up in black face and have them work as the staff. Everyone will
be greeted with a friendly "Howdy Motherfucker" when they walk through the door. I want to server grits, chitlins, collared greens,
pig tail, watermellon, fried chicken.
"Howdy Motherfucker! We gots us some goooooooood fried chicken tonight!"
The waiters would also spontaniously break into Al Jolson songs.
Man a restaurant like that sure would be sweet.
properly in your browser. You have to go to all the trouble of refreshing the page when you visit. But since I'm a friend of the
motherfuckers I've attempted to fix the problem. So leave a comment letting me know if the issue has been resolved.
And speaking of motherfuckers I've recently had a great idea for a restaurant. Yup, you guessed it, the name is Motherfuckers.
What I want to do is get a bunch of white guys, dress them up in black face and have them work as the staff. Everyone will
be greeted with a friendly "Howdy Motherfucker" when they walk through the door. I want to server grits, chitlins, collared greens,
pig tail, watermellon, fried chicken.
"Howdy Motherfucker! We gots us some goooooooood fried chicken tonight!"
The waiters would also spontaniously break into Al Jolson songs.
Man a restaurant like that sure would be sweet.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
I hate the fucking legal system
Yeah, its true. MrsBloodyDiapers and I were in court yesterday. This was the second time we were asked to appear as witnesses to an assult. Almost a year and a half ago we were awoken at about 2 am by the sounds of some dirt bag getting the shit kicked out of him by two scum bags on the lawn just across the street from where we live. Being a man who doesn't like to be woken up in the middle of the night I phoned the police. Long story short, they caught one of the assholes who woke me up and the victim survived.
So a year goes by and one day last December I come home and find some pink slips shoved under our front door. They were from "Police Document Services". They said we had 48 hours to contact them. So we contacted them. And we served with subpoenas to attend court as witnesses. This pissed me off. I really don't care who beats the crap out of who. I just don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night.
So off to court we went. We ended up sitting around all morning waiting for the victim to show up. When he hadn't appeard by lunch they told us we could go. What we did see in the court room was pretty entertaining. Some fucking moron kid decided that he could act as his own lawyer in an assult case. He was as stupid as he looked and asked questions so ridiculous it became difficult not to laugh out loud. As well, watching the defendant in the case I was to be a witness for get arrested on another set of charges as he left the court room was also pretty funny. When we left the detective who was handling our case told us if we didn't hear anything by Christmas that we should forget about the whole thing. Sure enough in the middle of January more subpoenas showed up at our door.
So off to court we went, again. This time I was really pissed. We called the cops, gave statements, had already gone to court, wasn't that enough? I don't give a shit about these assholes, the ones doing the beating, or the one getting beaten. I just wanted them to shut the fuck up so I could go back to sleep. I don't know if you've ever spent much time in a criminal court house, but it's full of some of the worst people that society has to offer. And that's just the lawyers, most of the criminals don't even deserve to be called human. We weren't even sure if we were in the correct court room as the notice listing the cases to be held in that room was a week old. We went in anyways and sat down. 10:00 am (the time we were told to be there) came and went. There was just a bunch of lawyers standing at the front near the bench making small talk. At this point I was furious. Where the fuck was the judge? Why weren't we starting? What kind of fucking system is this? At about 10:15 the crown attorney, (who would have looked more appropriate in a sorority house as apposed to a court house), asked us who we were and what we were doing there. She then told us we could go and come back at 11:00.
So we went and got some coffee and smoked a few cigarettes and then returned. We sat outside the court room waiting for 11:00. Then someone approached us and asked if we were who we are. He identified himself as a cop and told us that he was the one we had spoken to on the phone the night we called the cops. He then asked us if the detective in charge of the case had spoken to us. No, no she hadn't. He then asked us if we wanted to review our statements. Sure, what the fuck? As we were reading his notes, Mitzy the crown attorney came over and told us we could go. It turns out the scum bag was pleading guilty. That was it? After all the waiting around and bother to show the fuck up we didn't even have to testify? What the fuck? What a pain in the ass. The thank yous from the cops for doing our "civic duty" really made it all worthwhile.
So if you're ever getting your head kicked in out front of my apartment don't expect me to call the fucking cops.
Fuck you.
So a year goes by and one day last December I come home and find some pink slips shoved under our front door. They were from "Police Document Services". They said we had 48 hours to contact them. So we contacted them. And we served with subpoenas to attend court as witnesses. This pissed me off. I really don't care who beats the crap out of who. I just don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night.
So off to court we went. We ended up sitting around all morning waiting for the victim to show up. When he hadn't appeard by lunch they told us we could go. What we did see in the court room was pretty entertaining. Some fucking moron kid decided that he could act as his own lawyer in an assult case. He was as stupid as he looked and asked questions so ridiculous it became difficult not to laugh out loud. As well, watching the defendant in the case I was to be a witness for get arrested on another set of charges as he left the court room was also pretty funny. When we left the detective who was handling our case told us if we didn't hear anything by Christmas that we should forget about the whole thing. Sure enough in the middle of January more subpoenas showed up at our door.
So off to court we went, again. This time I was really pissed. We called the cops, gave statements, had already gone to court, wasn't that enough? I don't give a shit about these assholes, the ones doing the beating, or the one getting beaten. I just wanted them to shut the fuck up so I could go back to sleep. I don't know if you've ever spent much time in a criminal court house, but it's full of some of the worst people that society has to offer. And that's just the lawyers, most of the criminals don't even deserve to be called human. We weren't even sure if we were in the correct court room as the notice listing the cases to be held in that room was a week old. We went in anyways and sat down. 10:00 am (the time we were told to be there) came and went. There was just a bunch of lawyers standing at the front near the bench making small talk. At this point I was furious. Where the fuck was the judge? Why weren't we starting? What kind of fucking system is this? At about 10:15 the crown attorney, (who would have looked more appropriate in a sorority house as apposed to a court house), asked us who we were and what we were doing there. She then told us we could go and come back at 11:00.
So we went and got some coffee and smoked a few cigarettes and then returned. We sat outside the court room waiting for 11:00. Then someone approached us and asked if we were who we are. He identified himself as a cop and told us that he was the one we had spoken to on the phone the night we called the cops. He then asked us if the detective in charge of the case had spoken to us. No, no she hadn't. He then asked us if we wanted to review our statements. Sure, what the fuck? As we were reading his notes, Mitzy the crown attorney came over and told us we could go. It turns out the scum bag was pleading guilty. That was it? After all the waiting around and bother to show the fuck up we didn't even have to testify? What the fuck? What a pain in the ass. The thank yous from the cops for doing our "civic duty" really made it all worthwhile.
So if you're ever getting your head kicked in out front of my apartment don't expect me to call the fucking cops.
Fuck you.
Monday, April 26, 2004
My best friend hates Jews.
Yes, it's true.
My life long buddy Kilgore Trout has revealed himself as rabid anti-semite.
Shocking yes, but nonetheless true. Check it out here.
In his latest blog entry he decides to attack Judaism. There are two points that he brings up that I'd like to address.
The first one is:
"Braue's answer confuses instead of convincing me, because I don't know what the Bet haMikdash is, or what a tractate is, or who or what Kodashim is. A persuasive response would have included an explanation of these terms. "
If you don't know what the terms mean then go look them up. Criticizing a writer because you don't understand the langauge that he/she uses does nothing more than demonstrate your own ignorance. Within the context of the author's comments the language that they used was entirely appropriate. If you want to read comments by Jews, directed at other Jews concerning Judaism then I suggest that you learn something about Judaism. As well, you can look up "tractate" in any half decent english dictionary. It's not Braue's fault that you don't understand certain english words, or don't know how to use a dictionary. Does everything have to be "dumbed-down" to the level of USA Today for you?
The second point that our friend Kilgore makes that I'd like to address is:
"Why don't you address the ridiculousness of adhering to dietary laws concocted thousands of years ago by a desert tribe that had no access to modern refrigeration?"
This comment by Kilgore is shockingly stupid. Do you really think the Kosher laws are about refrigeration? If you know that little about Judaism then you should do yourself a favour and refrain from commenting on it as all you succeed in doing is making yourself look like a fool.
Ok, first of all you should know that Jews believe in this thing called God. What this thing is, isn't really important for this explanation. What is important is to understand that according to Jews everything a Jew does should be in reference to God. One should be thinking about God, and acting in a manner acceptable to God as much as possible.
But how do Jews know what is acceptable to God? Well, that isn't easy, but it is made easier by the existence of a series of books that people like you call the Old Testament. These books contain several laws that instruct the Jews on how to act, dress, and yes, even eat in accordance with the wishes of God. But there's even more to it. Jews must infuse God into every aspect of their lives. God must always be present in what a Jew does. This in turn helps reinforce the moral schema that the Jews believe the Old Testament presents. So, the Jews established and obey dietary laws as a way of incorporating God into eating, (which even today is a significant part of anyone's life). From the Jewish perspective living a life dedicated to God isn't and shouldn't be easy, (and keeping Kosher isn't easy). It should be an all encompassing thing that one struggles with. Some Jews maintain that the value is in the struggle itself.
So to sum up, what Jews do may seem ridiculous to outsiders, but it does contain important religious significance to Jews. It assists in reinforcing their relationship with God, which as I stated before is very important to Jews.
One little suggestion to my buddy Kilgore is, next time you decide to explain someone else's religion to them don't bother. It just makes you look like a dumbass.
My life long buddy Kilgore Trout has revealed himself as rabid anti-semite.
Shocking yes, but nonetheless true. Check it out here.
In his latest blog entry he decides to attack Judaism. There are two points that he brings up that I'd like to address.
The first one is:
"Braue's answer confuses instead of convincing me, because I don't know what the Bet haMikdash is, or what a tractate is, or who or what Kodashim is. A persuasive response would have included an explanation of these terms. "
If you don't know what the terms mean then go look them up. Criticizing a writer because you don't understand the langauge that he/she uses does nothing more than demonstrate your own ignorance. Within the context of the author's comments the language that they used was entirely appropriate. If you want to read comments by Jews, directed at other Jews concerning Judaism then I suggest that you learn something about Judaism. As well, you can look up "tractate" in any half decent english dictionary. It's not Braue's fault that you don't understand certain english words, or don't know how to use a dictionary. Does everything have to be "dumbed-down" to the level of USA Today for you?
The second point that our friend Kilgore makes that I'd like to address is:
"Why don't you address the ridiculousness of adhering to dietary laws concocted thousands of years ago by a desert tribe that had no access to modern refrigeration?"
This comment by Kilgore is shockingly stupid. Do you really think the Kosher laws are about refrigeration? If you know that little about Judaism then you should do yourself a favour and refrain from commenting on it as all you succeed in doing is making yourself look like a fool.
Ok, first of all you should know that Jews believe in this thing called God. What this thing is, isn't really important for this explanation. What is important is to understand that according to Jews everything a Jew does should be in reference to God. One should be thinking about God, and acting in a manner acceptable to God as much as possible.
But how do Jews know what is acceptable to God? Well, that isn't easy, but it is made easier by the existence of a series of books that people like you call the Old Testament. These books contain several laws that instruct the Jews on how to act, dress, and yes, even eat in accordance with the wishes of God. But there's even more to it. Jews must infuse God into every aspect of their lives. God must always be present in what a Jew does. This in turn helps reinforce the moral schema that the Jews believe the Old Testament presents. So, the Jews established and obey dietary laws as a way of incorporating God into eating, (which even today is a significant part of anyone's life). From the Jewish perspective living a life dedicated to God isn't and shouldn't be easy, (and keeping Kosher isn't easy). It should be an all encompassing thing that one struggles with. Some Jews maintain that the value is in the struggle itself.
So to sum up, what Jews do may seem ridiculous to outsiders, but it does contain important religious significance to Jews. It assists in reinforcing their relationship with God, which as I stated before is very important to Jews.
One little suggestion to my buddy Kilgore is, next time you decide to explain someone else's religion to them don't bother. It just makes you look like a dumbass.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Whatever
So now I'm unemployed.
I've been going for interviews. I hate going for interviews, especially technical interviews. They go one of two ways. Either they ask you a bunch of questions regarding syntax and specific technical points or they just have a conversation with you about technology trying to get an understanding of how you work.
I much prefer the latter. I don't understand what the point is of asking me about something that I can look up in a book or on the internet in 3 minutes. Just because I haven't memorized a particular API doesn't mean I'm a bad programmer.
So I've pretty much had enough of it. I've decided to start asking questions back. I have a few doozies up my sleeve that I'm going to unleash on the next smug motherfucker that asks me the difference between a SAX parser and a DOM parser, or what the 2nd Normal Form is.
Some of the interviews I've been to boarder on the absurd. In one the questions went like this:
1) "Tell us about yourself."
What the fuck? What kind of a question is that? What do they want to know exactly? My turn ons? My political affiliations? I played it safe and just started describing my work history. But they had my resume. Did they even read it? If so why didn't they bother to come up with specific questions?
2) "How do you feel about working evenings and weekends?"
Oh, I love it. After all who would want to spend time at home with their wife doing things they enjoy? Doesn't everyone dream of working 70 hour weeks.
3) "Why should we hire you?"
They hadn't even really described the job at this point. All they had done was list a few technologies that the job required. So I said:
"I don't know that you should hire me. I don't know what the job entails. Maybe if you could give me more details about the position I could tell you if I could fulfill your expectations."
They said "No".
What the fuck? Yeah, I'm going to take the mystery job, 'cause I'm a fucking idiot. Let's see, you're going to want me to work nights and weekends, and you want me to do whatever you want. Good luck finding anyone with half a brain to fill that role.
I've been going for interviews. I hate going for interviews, especially technical interviews. They go one of two ways. Either they ask you a bunch of questions regarding syntax and specific technical points or they just have a conversation with you about technology trying to get an understanding of how you work.
I much prefer the latter. I don't understand what the point is of asking me about something that I can look up in a book or on the internet in 3 minutes. Just because I haven't memorized a particular API doesn't mean I'm a bad programmer.
So I've pretty much had enough of it. I've decided to start asking questions back. I have a few doozies up my sleeve that I'm going to unleash on the next smug motherfucker that asks me the difference between a SAX parser and a DOM parser, or what the 2nd Normal Form is.
Some of the interviews I've been to boarder on the absurd. In one the questions went like this:
1) "Tell us about yourself."
What the fuck? What kind of a question is that? What do they want to know exactly? My turn ons? My political affiliations? I played it safe and just started describing my work history. But they had my resume. Did they even read it? If so why didn't they bother to come up with specific questions?
2) "How do you feel about working evenings and weekends?"
Oh, I love it. After all who would want to spend time at home with their wife doing things they enjoy? Doesn't everyone dream of working 70 hour weeks.
3) "Why should we hire you?"
They hadn't even really described the job at this point. All they had done was list a few technologies that the job required. So I said:
"I don't know that you should hire me. I don't know what the job entails. Maybe if you could give me more details about the position I could tell you if I could fulfill your expectations."
They said "No".
What the fuck? Yeah, I'm going to take the mystery job, 'cause I'm a fucking idiot. Let's see, you're going to want me to work nights and weekends, and you want me to do whatever you want. Good luck finding anyone with half a brain to fill that role.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Actually no.
Well I don't have a job after all. I told my boss I wasn't interested in working where I currently work anymore.
This week is my last week.
At first I felt uneasy. I was shaking with paranoia. I will be unemployed. I haven't been unemployed since I was 14.
What the fuck was I doing? What kind of worker doesn't have a job?
Then I went out to the parking lot an huffed some glue in the back seat of my car for half an hour and felt much better.
When I got home there were two messages on my phone. One from a recruiter at a solutions company who wants me to call him back
and the other from a head hunter who asked me to email my resume to her along with a daytime phone number.
So maybe I won't be unemployed afterall.
This week is my last week.
At first I felt uneasy. I was shaking with paranoia. I will be unemployed. I haven't been unemployed since I was 14.
What the fuck was I doing? What kind of worker doesn't have a job?
Then I went out to the parking lot an huffed some glue in the back seat of my car for half an hour and felt much better.
When I got home there were two messages on my phone. One from a recruiter at a solutions company who wants me to call him back
and the other from a head hunter who asked me to email my resume to her along with a daytime phone number.
So maybe I won't be unemployed afterall.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Maybe I have a job afterall
So I quit my job on Monday, which led to more than one meeting with my boss, and the VP of my department.
I wasn't in the office on Tuesday and Wednesday due to the Jewish holidays, (spreading blood all over the door and all that crap).
I was back in the office on Thursday and had another meeting with my boss and the VP to discuss my staying on at the company
a little more. The difference between this meeting and the ones on Moday was that I was totally wasted for this meeting.
You see MrsBloodyDiapers is a lot like Dr Dre (only much more violent), and she encoraged me that morning to indulge in a little
cronic with her.
So here I was in this meeting and they're going on and on about why I shouldn't quit my job but I was too stoned to really pay much
attention to what they were saying. So when they finished and asked me what I thought I had no idea what to say. I didn't want to look like
an idiot, so I told them that I'd think about it and tell them on Monday.
But what can I do? If I say I still want to leave then they'd ask me to explain myself in light of their explanations which I can't do because
I was too stoned to follow what they were saying.
MrsBloodyDiapers won't take the birth control pills I made for her. It's mostly crystal meth and sugar, but I think it'll work.
I wasn't in the office on Tuesday and Wednesday due to the Jewish holidays, (spreading blood all over the door and all that crap).
I was back in the office on Thursday and had another meeting with my boss and the VP to discuss my staying on at the company
a little more. The difference between this meeting and the ones on Moday was that I was totally wasted for this meeting.
You see MrsBloodyDiapers is a lot like Dr Dre (only much more violent), and she encoraged me that morning to indulge in a little
cronic with her.
So here I was in this meeting and they're going on and on about why I shouldn't quit my job but I was too stoned to really pay much
attention to what they were saying. So when they finished and asked me what I thought I had no idea what to say. I didn't want to look like
an idiot, so I told them that I'd think about it and tell them on Monday.
But what can I do? If I say I still want to leave then they'd ask me to explain myself in light of their explanations which I can't do because
I was too stoned to follow what they were saying.
MrsBloodyDiapers won't take the birth control pills I made for her. It's mostly crystal meth and sugar, but I think it'll work.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
I Quit
Well, I quit my job yesterday. I went into the manager who never speaks to me's office and resigned.
And he freaked out. Within half an hour I was in the vice-president's office listening to him and my
manager explain why I don't want to quit and what they can do to make things better for me at the company.
The funniest part was when they brought in the technical lead of one of the other teams in my department so
he could explain how things were done on his team in the hopes that it would impress me enough to stay and
join his team. When asked if he had met me he repeated my name and said:
"Is a German surname. But you are not German."
What the fuck did that mean?
Long story short, I sat there for over two hours, (yes a director and vice president cleared out their morning schedules
to sit around and plead with me not to quit), and listened to their crap about things will get better and about how
I could help them make things better, blah, blah, blah.
It was endlessly amusing to me. They made no attempt to hide their desperation.
So now I have to decide what the hell I should do. As it is, the resignation stands, but I meet with the VP and my
manager again on Thursday to discuss the matter further. My brother suggested that I ask for the moon which is not
a bad idea, but I will abide by what you my loyal readers decide, because the answer to everything is on the internet.
So respond to this post and tell if I should quit my job or not.
And he freaked out. Within half an hour I was in the vice-president's office listening to him and my
manager explain why I don't want to quit and what they can do to make things better for me at the company.
The funniest part was when they brought in the technical lead of one of the other teams in my department so
he could explain how things were done on his team in the hopes that it would impress me enough to stay and
join his team. When asked if he had met me he repeated my name and said:
"Is a German surname. But you are not German."
What the fuck did that mean?
Long story short, I sat there for over two hours, (yes a director and vice president cleared out their morning schedules
to sit around and plead with me not to quit), and listened to their crap about things will get better and about how
I could help them make things better, blah, blah, blah.
It was endlessly amusing to me. They made no attempt to hide their desperation.
So now I have to decide what the hell I should do. As it is, the resignation stands, but I meet with the VP and my
manager again on Thursday to discuss the matter further. My brother suggested that I ask for the moon which is not
a bad idea, but I will abide by what you my loyal readers decide, because the answer to everything is on the internet.
So respond to this post and tell if I should quit my job or not.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
I'm going to quit my fucking job
Yup. It's true.
First thing Monday morning, I'm going to talk to the person I think is my manager, (I'm really not altogether sure as he's never spoken to me and I've never been told who exactly I report to), and tell him that I want nothing more to do with him and his fucking company.
Some might think this is a foolish decision since I don't have another job to go to, but I don't give a shit.
What people who aren't my wife think has never really mattered much to me as most people I've met are fucking asshole, idiot jerkwads. (This is except for my best friend Kilgore, who I hold in higher esteem than even Angie Bowie, despite the fact that he's an imperialist, capitalist pigdog).
Besides I have enough money in my bank account to keep me going for a while, (at least a few years), and MrsBloodyDiapers has a job.
Also I have a job interview lined up for Wednesday morning. I know, I know, I shouldn't be going to job interviews on Passover, but what the fuck? God ain't payin' the phone bill.
It would be nice to spend a few weeks, or a month at home anyways. I could program all day and learn new shit like JMS, (which it seems everybody wants, I guess the APIs for ERP systems are shit), or get into some Server Oriented Architecture shit.
You may wonder why I'm quitting, or maybe you don't wonder that, but I don't really care what the fuck you think because you're probably some fucking schmuck who's reading this blog to try to distract yourself from the rape fantasies involving your own children that plague your every living moment, so I'm going to tell you anyways.
Never have I worked for a bunch of fucking idiots like I don currently. There people have no clue as to what they are doing. The software is a total piece of crap. I took a dump yesterday was a better designed system. What is truely amazing is that they are very successful. I just don't understand it. They ignore every best practice the industry recommends. The infastructure they have constructed is just plain stupid. I could get a retarded money to design a better framework.
And the worst thing is they don't want to change. Things that should take 2 hours take 2 days and they see no problem with this. Programming is often an exact science. You must know exactly what you need to do. There must be planning. Foresight is an essential factor in any successful software project. Their approach is, "well we can just make it up while we go along". And you know what? They can. But their just going to have to do it without me. Fuck them.
Anyways, I gotta go consume a bunch of mind altering drugs and take MrsBloodyDiapers to the "One of a Kind Show" down at the Ex.
First thing Monday morning, I'm going to talk to the person I think is my manager, (I'm really not altogether sure as he's never spoken to me and I've never been told who exactly I report to), and tell him that I want nothing more to do with him and his fucking company.
Some might think this is a foolish decision since I don't have another job to go to, but I don't give a shit.
What people who aren't my wife think has never really mattered much to me as most people I've met are fucking asshole, idiot jerkwads. (This is except for my best friend Kilgore, who I hold in higher esteem than even Angie Bowie, despite the fact that he's an imperialist, capitalist pigdog).
Besides I have enough money in my bank account to keep me going for a while, (at least a few years), and MrsBloodyDiapers has a job.
Also I have a job interview lined up for Wednesday morning. I know, I know, I shouldn't be going to job interviews on Passover, but what the fuck? God ain't payin' the phone bill.
It would be nice to spend a few weeks, or a month at home anyways. I could program all day and learn new shit like JMS, (which it seems everybody wants, I guess the APIs for ERP systems are shit), or get into some Server Oriented Architecture shit.
You may wonder why I'm quitting, or maybe you don't wonder that, but I don't really care what the fuck you think because you're probably some fucking schmuck who's reading this blog to try to distract yourself from the rape fantasies involving your own children that plague your every living moment, so I'm going to tell you anyways.
Never have I worked for a bunch of fucking idiots like I don currently. There people have no clue as to what they are doing. The software is a total piece of crap. I took a dump yesterday was a better designed system. What is truely amazing is that they are very successful. I just don't understand it. They ignore every best practice the industry recommends. The infastructure they have constructed is just plain stupid. I could get a retarded money to design a better framework.
And the worst thing is they don't want to change. Things that should take 2 hours take 2 days and they see no problem with this. Programming is often an exact science. You must know exactly what you need to do. There must be planning. Foresight is an essential factor in any successful software project. Their approach is, "well we can just make it up while we go along". And you know what? They can. But their just going to have to do it without me. Fuck them.
Anyways, I gotta go consume a bunch of mind altering drugs and take MrsBloodyDiapers to the "One of a Kind Show" down at the Ex.
