The party for Kate was a success! We had many new people here and everyone seemed to have fun. Sadly, Kate overindulged and I missed about 2.5 hours of the party taking care of her, but that’s ok, it falls under my FGM duties.
We got a keg this time and it will officially be the last keg I ever get. Not only did NO ONE chip in, but the damn thing went flat due to a non sealing tap so we lost about a third of the beer that we paid $80 for. Much suckage.
I’m gonna complain to the asshats at Toco Package, who SWORE that they test all their taps and see if I can get a partial refund. I’m not holding my breath.
Aunt Flo at least had the decency to wait until yesterday to rear her ugly head, but I’m paying for that extra week in spades. Again I’m having severe cramps that require prescription drugs. Flexeril (muscle relaxer) seems to work nicely – too bad I only had one. I’m going to be forced to see an MD again. Gods dammit. I think I’ll try the stupid clinic and see if their lame asses can do anything for me. Doubt it.
In other news, we may have a lead on another small biz website. Yay! If I could work this steadily all the time I’d just about have a job! ;-)
One client that we are trying to help with a frelled shopping cart is turning into a real PITA. The cart was installed by someone who may or may not have any experience at all, we can’t tell. The shop owner needs the cart functional, like yesterday, and the person that set it up got stuck trying to make the cart work and just stopped work. Well, the shop owner is pissed, rightly so, at the quasi-professional web person whose advice was to “find a host that supports Zen cart (which sucks ASS, btw) and they will help you”. Which means that she can’t figure out the problem and has better things to do. Right. This is an open source cart that has no support to speak of and on top of all of this, there was already a cart installed on the host so why are we dealing with Zen cart at all? Who knows? All I get is the shop owner bitching at me for not fixing it immediately and a “web designer” with hurt feelings because I’m asking questions about why certain things were done.
Frelling chicks, man. I’m thisclose to bailing, despite the fact that I really love the shop owner. She’s cool and her stuff is wonderful and I really do want to help. However, I don’t like being held responsible for someone else’s fuckups and I don’t respond well to being yelled at and pressured. And I don’t like kissing some chick’s ass because she fucked up and can’t take a few questions without taking everything personally. It’s not about you, stupid girl, it’s about the job!!! Chicks. Feh.
We shall see what happens with this. What I can promise is that if I do land the job lead I have, there’ll be precious little to keep me in this clusterfuck of a situation.
What’s that saying about the road to hell being paved in good intentions? Yah.