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Goddamn clients–or more specifically, goddamn their little helpers (e.g. the IT on-call dodos who think they run the show and don’t know what the hell you’re doing).

Bah! Can’t live with them. Can’t shove a server up their ass. Even when you really, really want to…

Snort!

I was VERY frustrated with one of these situations earlier today. The client is fine; I give my recommendation, they say, “fine” and I set about my business. They need new hosting; the Internet provider they host with doesn’t give them shit they need. It’s normal, Eveready stuff for me. Except I need a record changed to move their hosting account that their contracted IT guy has sole access to. So I ask for exactly what I need, because I’m trying to do my fucking job, you know? to the point. move things along. get shit done and get on with my day.

He decides to play twenty questions about whether or not I need to do what I’m doing, whether I’m doing it right, what catastrophe could befall us for doing the same kinds of things I do every day, etc. etc. etc. When I try to stay focused and reassure him with a general “I appreciate your concern, but I know what I’m doing,” he goes on. why do i want to do what I’m doing? why this, why that, you should do that this way, blah blah fucking blah blah. so i try something more direct, like, “i understand that it’s not how you would approach it, but i do know what I’m doing…”

so THEN I get a fuckin’ lecture on how he’s been the IT drone for this group for Xx years and he’s not questioning my knowledge and skills (uh, duh, yeah you fucking are, lamer), but that he’s looking out for their best interests. he’s making sure I’m doing it right.

what the fuck do you call that other than questioning my knowledge and skills? and i guess they hired me to fuck up their shit, huh? good thing they have him to protect them. except I’ve seen some of his work. like the fucking website I’m working on now.

yeah.

then He proceeds to ask me if the stuff I’m doing includes this or that–standard in the industry and something EVERYBODY has. In other words, he’s working out his vocabulary on me and spreading his peacock feathers out his ass for effect… he’s acting like he has to make sure that I’m doing the minimum and providing the security and services that every fucking $5/webhost in the world provides.

in other words, he wants to have a pissing contest. and hell–if we compare dicks, I’ll lose; i don’t have one and he IS one.

fucker.

i hate being put in the position of arguing my recommendations with someone who knows less than me and who isn’t paying me for the privilege of putting up with him. i am trying to stay on task, and he wants me to sell him.

fucker. did i mention he was a fucker?

he is, you know. a god damned mother fucker.

i dunno. i lose patience with that shit quick. i work hard; i take pride in providing good service to my clients, and making solid recommendations. it’s my fucking livelihood, you know? this is my job and i do my best. I’m not omnipotent, for christsakes, but i work hard, correct my mistakes as best i can and really,  i am good at what i do. that’s why people hire me. that’s why i was recommended to the client to begin with.

doom and gloomers piss me off anyway. i hate the panicky, unnecessary anxiety they stir up. they seem to get a buzz off of the importance of it all. add that to somebody (who is NOT writing my fucking checks) demanding that i justify my recommendations to him at length…well holy fuck.

i was so pissed i cried for some time. i hate when i respond that way, but i was just so pissed and frustrated, that’s what i did. i wasted a couple hours on annoying, pointless emails to satisfy his territorial marking bullshit. he made it clear he doesn’t do the website because he doesn’t WANT to. OK, what the fuck ever. how about keeping your dumbass out of my business then? huh? pretty fuckin’ please?

sigh.

i responded to his email justifying my recommendations to the fucker. goddamn it anyway. i can do a good job for folks, if they stay the fuck out of my way and let me.

ok, rant ended and i feel better.