I’m sitting in my home office, which is next to Gene’s home office and listening to him work. (Yes, it’s 10 PM on a Sunday and he’s on the phone and so are a half dozen assorted others). What’s really nice? Even though they seem to be bickering over something, I think it is SO DAMN COOL that there are IT people who actually will fix stuff. That must be SO fucking nice.
And did I tell you all the tale of the Delete family? Well, let me tell you! I was working on a report that pulls up a subset of employees and one of them was last-named Delete. Yes, DELETE. Like Control+Alt+Delete. I pull up the full list and realize there are TWENTY of them in the payroll database.
Hmm, never noticed THAT before! So I called the restaurant they’re all tied to and say “WTF?” and they say “IT told us to.”
Hmm. Now, our IT department reportedly stands for Idiot Twins but I have to say this is a new low. So I voicemail our IT guy and bust a cap in his ass Elaine style (which is to say, not a very big busting of caps) and finish it with “What are we going to do to finish this?”
He voicemails me, the restaurant and my OLD BOSS with my voicemail and a reply that basically says “WTF, I didn’t tell them nothing!”
Later this whole fucking thing is traced back to a totally different thing where the company that programs our registers changed registers at this location and said “If there are people you don’t want on the new register, change their last name to delete.” Note that the person giving this directive isn’t with my company but is, technically, an IT person. It would be like Gene calling the restaurant and saying “Hey, you don’t know me but go do something fucking dumb and blame it on me!”
DumbASS.