tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368785042024-09-06T20:08:03.384-07:00I can't make this shit up. Honestly, my job is a soap opera unfolding before my eyes. Pull up a chair, and have a look for yourself...The Sysadminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09748156025995616831noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36878504.post-78224469624237365872006-11-01T20:29:00.000-08:002006-11-01T20:43:50.015-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Beginning...</span><br /><br />I was unemployed, well, I was working for my dad, which is worse than being unemployed... I was away from home, since he hasn't yet moved his business from where I grew up, to my new hometown... And I was broke.<br /><br />I remember setting up the interviews upon my return, and the excitement of starting with a new company, one that paid. You see, my dad's business was in a downturn, and he needed help. I was unemployed, so I "donated" some time. There's 3 months of my life I will never get back...<br /><br />Upon my return, I had lined up my interview. It was time to go shopping. I have a tradition, you see, when I start job hunting. Before going to the first interview, I always go buy some new clothes. They seem to beef up my confidence, giving me a boost of courage that could only be duplicated with a couple of fingers of scotch.<br /><br />The interview goes beautifully, my potential boss seems to be a fantastic guy, though the one co-worker brought in to help with the interview seems to have some funny notions of what my role will be. I will soon learn that this is not uncommon, and that all his comments are to be filtered for reality...<br /><br />It's not long until I recieve notification that my initial interview has been impressive, and I'm told a 2nd interview will be scheduled with the CIO. I'm not one to go into things blind, and thankfully, I've made an aquaintance on the inside. I get as much info out of him as I can. "He's russian, so be prepared!" WTF? I've never dealt with a russian before...<br /><br />Beware the Ruskies<br /><br />Interview day comes quickly, and I'm nervous as hell. I'm early, the Manager is late, and the Russian is nowhere to be found. Not a good start, and not good for a potential employee with the jitters. We all eventually locate one another, and so begins the interrogation.<br /><br />The ruskie is a PhD, wears a 3 piece suit, glasses and a full goatee. His english is broken and hard to understand. He seems to be a living caricature of how communist Russia would have protrayed the typical capitalist, minus the monocle...<br /><br />We dance the dance, he asks pointless questions, I give pointless answers. I get the job on the spot, so lets dicker on price... Yeah, lowballed, as usual. Sucks that I'm broke, I guess I'm going to have to suck it up. Still, it's better than what I was making.<br /><br />Seems the clothes paid off. Time to call it a day, and get ready for my new job...The Sysadminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09748156025995616831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36878504.post-1162276033106799362006-10-30T22:23:00.000-08:002006-11-01T20:28:30.838-08:00Welcome, intrepid visitor...<br /><br />This is the first post, of what I hope to be many posts, about my experience with datacenter technology and general workplace happenings...<br /><br />I hope the information contained within the confines of this webspace will both educate and tittilate the masses...<br /><br /><br />The SysadminThe Sysadminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09748156025995616831noreply@blogger.com0