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The shine wears off

This was posted originally at my WordPress blog, here.

I feel like I’m in over my head at work. I don’t have access to revision control, and the guy who’s supposed to let me know about what the URI is for our revision control system keeps blowing off that question. What’s more, I don’t have all the access I need to do my next task, which will involve some reporting work, ensuring that stuff from our ticket system matches our routing information in the database. I would have had a more productive day had my manager been in the office and could talk to him about these issues, but attempts to discuss things with him electronically met with no success. I didn’t get through to him until 4:30, after I left out of sheer frustration.

To top it all off, I’ve got my very own Creature From 8A living downstairs. She’s complained about the noise I’m making twice now, saying that I’m keeping her up. She came up here within two hours of my parents leaving to complain that I had been making too much noise for the entire weekend, ignoring the fact that I had just moved in to the apartment and a large chunk of that noise was me having furniture and belongings dragged up here. I’m seriously afraid to walk around up here, simply because I know she’ll complain. She’s much like my grandmother was 20 years ago: retired, shut in, and going insane.

So to review, no Rock Band, no moving, and work is going in circles already. I know I belong in Carrollton, but something is broken, and I don’t know how to fix it.

Tags: moving
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