I don’t know why but right now I’m so fucking sick and tired of my job.
Yes I know, long long time since my last post.
Why you ask? I dunno really, I guess I just got caught up with all the crap going on at work that I just completely neglected the blog….for like 6 months! What makes me sit down completely exhausted from yet another day at the sweat shop to write a “first post” on the blog? I couldn’t resist updating everyone on the latest “events” 
First of all, some quick updates from life at the sweat shop:
* Two people have left
* One guy joined….then left
* Another two have joined the chain gang….I’ll give each one about 6 months.
* The Boss is even more hell bent on making stupid impossible ideas seem remotely feasible.
* Catbert still walks about in limbo.
* I still take a deep breath before opening the elevator door in the morning.
Now for the long bit 
About two weeks ago an e-mail popped into my Inbox with an attachment containing about a dozen bullet points with inanely put together keywords outlining the master plan for setting up a web hosting solution. You can guess who it came from but what neither you nor I could guess after having read it was that the Boss would then casually go of on holiday whilst his over worked sweat shop employees would sort through the bull crap in the master plan and actually come up with something that works.
One snag is that, yes you guessed it, we have ZERO experience with web hosting. Not only have we got zero experience but we haven’t even got a load profile for the sites which are to be hosted which in English means we haven’t got a fucking clue how heavy these sites are. Add to that the fact that the whole hardware purchase list came off the top of the Boss’s head which means that if someone with a bit of experience had actually been asked, the list might have been slightly different.
Of course the Boss is completely psyched up about this and keeps referring to the “Go Live” day when shit has got to be like NASA’s fucking mission control center and everything has got to be under control…tried and tested, shit like that. He’s now even putting on his worst fake French accent at meeting and using words like “lê-é-sôn”. Of course every man and his dog who’s been within 100m of our sweat shop knows that “tried and tested” are pipe dreams as yours truly was under pressure to put together a virtual mail hosting system in record time.
So here I am, 22:30 at night and monitoring the “go live” of the e-mail server and all the domains it will be serving.
Pretty eh?
Now its 4.15 in the afternoon and I’m again at *yet another* customer putting out *yet another* fire which (for once) we didn’t start in the first place!
That’s 11h of uptime so far…if I leave late form work I’m going to be one very pissed off person!
I hate it when the fu***** Boss shakes my tree and tells me how things should (in his narcissistic point of view) be done…..especially when I woke up at 5.15 in the MORNING!
My body aches like I’ve been sat on by a sumo wrestler and then dumped inside a washing machine for a “quick spin”, I’m definately not as young as I used to be and my body remind me of it!
Saturday was one hell of a day, the sweat shop organized an “outdoor” event for its workers slaves…you know, so we can see some daylight and breathe fresh air, etc!
Actually it was great outdoor event, we sailed up and down the river on a catamaran and enjoyed the sun (when it was out) plus plenty of drinks (of the alcohol infused variety) which was very very relaxing! Just picture lying on the net (between the hulls) as the catamaran sails along with just the sails and no engines. I even got to steer the boat for a while, not as easy as it looks keeping the thing going in a straight line! Yeap, I could picture myself handing in my letter of resignation, buying a yacht and then sailing up and down the greek island with Princess beside me….:) Right after I win the lottery of course!
We’d planned on going to Rock in Rio on Saturday but unfortunately after a day out at sea I wasn’t feeling too well when I got back, had a bit of a temperature so in the end we didn’t go….maybe it was for the best or the day after I would have been a lot worse…
Sunday was the one that makes me now feel like I’m 50…I went to a paintball event! It may look easy, fun and all but its fuc**** hard! Each game is 10min long but at the end you’re feeling completely shattered, unlike playing video games which is *click*click* you’re dead. My legs still ache and I’ve got this huge bruise where I was hit by a malteaser size paintball…man down, man down.
So if paintball is as hard as this, imagine running through enemy territory with 20KG n your back whilst you dodge real bullets that don’t so much hurt but kill!