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lol, "what could go possibly wrong" A phrase I hear too much. At Triscari, the production house I worked at a number of years ago I was hired as a camera man. The day I started, the old "web design" guy literally got on a plane and flew to Hati or something. He was so unhappy, he faked a death in the family outside of the country and got on a plane. Of course he didn't tell anyone, so I sat in his office waiting. I sat there mainly because they hadn't thought far enough ahead as to wear I would be working. But what happened was I could hear alot of discord, running around in panic. After about an hour they told me that this guy was gone. I also became aware that they has a big customer problem, that was at the door step that afternoon. As lunch time approached I stuck my head out a few times, and after a bit my boss stuck his head in and asked if I knew anything about web design.
After spending the next day reverse engineering this site "thing" that was there, I soon found myself knee deep in a mess. Two things happened. One, I found myself for the next 3 months tracking down every internet mishap and screw up while at the same time getting shirts made that say "I don't do code" which I don't. and two, all the sales guys who had nothing to sell,now took it upon themselves to take the ball running and sell websites to every Tom Dick and Harry they could find. Problem was, these guys could barely open email much less talk intelligently about websites, so at every sales meeting guess who was brought in as a question "go to" guy?....me. Of course i wasn't aloud outside of the office, so everyday they would sneak me out to these meetings, and everyday they would get in trouble. This went on for some time. I kept stressing that the things they want, we need a coder, so after about 7 months I came into work and they had gotten me an intern to help with code. She was a young German girl, from Germany who knew CSS but not English. I was only about 3 months away from my nervous breakdown at this point. So the story picks up a lot of pace. Gita the intern was able to help, and I taught her some English. mainly we played cool Itunes songs on the Apple G4's which has been so badly corrupted before we got there, itunes was all they could do. The work was done on a Intel quad system i built from spare parts I found in the room on week one. My crash course in CSS ended then, Gita went back to Germany, the sales guy died, literally, and my boss got married and also took off for a place out of the country for her honeymoon.
About 2 weeks later I had a panic attack which I thought was a heart attack, I quit Triscari and went to work for sally.
Currently I'm the un-proud owner of a Linux server. We host a few companies and one or two nightmares. My admin is so busy he can't even talk to me, so I went and started another server that i could manage. Right now i'm moving stuff, and it's breaking as I go.... like most things "web"
You see the biggest problem with me and the web is that everyone thinks things work one way, when in fact they all work about 80 ways, and no two are done the same way by the same two people. Nerds love acronyms and I hate them.
I hate telling people "I told you so", mainly because of my other pet peeve "doing things twice that need done once correctly" These two things make me very hard to employ in the IT fields. I don't talk in code nor do I find interesting anything about computers. I used to, but that was when I used the computer as a tool. For my art. These days no one wants to pay for that stuff. TV makes everyone and their mom think they can be their own designer and printer. Of course they can't, but they do try. Once they waste the money once, it's hard to get it from them twice. Even when I do find someone that I can help because they have such bad graphics, 9 times out of 10, we wind up with what we started with because people who draw stick men, tend to gravitate right back to stick men, no matter what they think they want. We used to call it "a dog's breakfast" in the graphics Biz.
Basic problem for me is that my true skill set is "Production" being an organizer. I get my hands into things just deep enough to understand what needs to be done, but I don't have the time, or patience to do just one thing, so I get moved on. If I could ever get together a team of talent, I would be unstoppable, but that requires money.
After spending the next day reverse engineering this site "thing" that was there, I soon found myself knee deep in a mess. Two things happened. One, I found myself for the next 3 months tracking down every internet mishap and screw up while at the same time getting shirts made that say "I don't do code" which I don't. and two, all the sales guys who had nothing to sell,now took it upon themselves to take the ball running and sell websites to every Tom Dick and Harry they could find. Problem was, these guys could barely open email much less talk intelligently about websites, so at every sales meeting guess who was brought in as a question "go to" guy?....me. Of course i wasn't aloud outside of the office, so everyday they would sneak me out to these meetings, and everyday they would get in trouble. This went on for some time. I kept stressing that the things they want, we need a coder, so after about 7 months I came into work and they had gotten me an intern to help with code. She was a young German girl, from Germany who knew CSS but not English. I was only about 3 months away from my nervous breakdown at this point. So the story picks up a lot of pace. Gita the intern was able to help, and I taught her some English. mainly we played cool Itunes songs on the Apple G4's which has been so badly corrupted before we got there, itunes was all they could do. The work was done on a Intel quad system i built from spare parts I found in the room on week one. My crash course in CSS ended then, Gita went back to Germany, the sales guy died, literally, and my boss got married and also took off for a place out of the country for her honeymoon.
About 2 weeks later I had a panic attack which I thought was a heart attack, I quit Triscari and went to work for sally.
Currently I'm the un-proud owner of a Linux server. We host a few companies and one or two nightmares. My admin is so busy he can't even talk to me, so I went and started another server that i could manage. Right now i'm moving stuff, and it's breaking as I go.... like most things "web"
You see the biggest problem with me and the web is that everyone thinks things work one way, when in fact they all work about 80 ways, and no two are done the same way by the same two people. Nerds love acronyms and I hate them.
I hate telling people "I told you so", mainly because of my other pet peeve "doing things twice that need done once correctly" These two things make me very hard to employ in the IT fields. I don't talk in code nor do I find interesting anything about computers. I used to, but that was when I used the computer as a tool. For my art. These days no one wants to pay for that stuff. TV makes everyone and their mom think they can be their own designer and printer. Of course they can't, but they do try. Once they waste the money once, it's hard to get it from them twice. Even when I do find someone that I can help because they have such bad graphics, 9 times out of 10, we wind up with what we started with because people who draw stick men, tend to gravitate right back to stick men, no matter what they think they want. We used to call it "a dog's breakfast" in the graphics Biz.
Basic problem for me is that my true skill set is "Production" being an organizer. I get my hands into things just deep enough to understand what needs to be done, but I don't have the time, or patience to do just one thing, so I get moved on. If I could ever get together a team of talent, I would be unstoppable, but that requires money.
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