Although I more or less like my job (I'm a bookseller) , I work for a souless, ungrateful tyrant who makes enough money in about 6 hours to pay my wages for three years.
Apparently I'm not the only one there feeling a little disrespected.
Something awesome happened yesterday: someone (an employee) destroyed the store's server and all the backups.
All the inventory info: gone.
Sales history for the last 5 years: gone.
Accounts oweing and payable info: gone!
This increases my workload for the next couple of weeks by about a thousandfold.
So why does this make me so happy?
If only my hero would identify themselves.......
Apparently I'm not the only one there feeling a little disrespected.
Something awesome happened yesterday: someone (an employee) destroyed the store's server and all the backups.
All the inventory info: gone.
Sales history for the last 5 years: gone.
Accounts oweing and payable info: gone!
This increases my workload for the next couple of weeks by about a thousandfold.
So why does this make me so happy?
If only my hero would identify themselves.......
D.C. is a fun place to visit, but I hated living there. Such a miserable place, with some equally miserable people.
Victorias nice. Im in Edmonton right now.