Archive for May, 2011
So my iPhone 4 went belly up this morning. All because I was trying to do the right thing and update the firmware just like the Apple “geniuses” tell me to do. Well, it got stuck in recovery mode and never came back. I ended up taking it to the Apple store and they decided on giving me a brand new one. I guess they waved the white flag upon seeing it. That’s cool. I’ll take the brand new one.
So I am now going on hour number 3 of restoring the iPhone. I didn’t realize I had so much crap on it. Hopefully everything gets put back on the way it was. I am less than confident though, since these restores usually don’t go smoothly for me. Fingers crossed!
For the record, going almost an entire day without a functional iPhone has me miserable. I didn’t know how much she meant to me! Baby, come back! I can’t even take a picture of it being restored because… it’s what I would use to take a picture with. **face palm**
I’m the villain.
Last week at the office, I got a manager requested a second monitor for one of his users. I told him that I could follow through on his request, but there would be a catch: I only had a 17″ flat screen monitor available. His user already had a 19″ monitor. I told him it was going to look a little awkward, but that it would work. The manager said that he had no issues if the monitor sizes were mismatched. So I proceeded to make it happen. Shame on me.
So the guy who got the mismatched monitors apparently made some comments to co-workers regarding me and how I’m the bad guy. At first, I didn’t give it much thought. This sort of thing happens where, although you may try, you can’t make everyone happy. But then I thought, maybe I’ll embrace this. Maybe I can be the villain. I would change my default answer on everything to “NO!”. I could start wearing black all the time. Maybe even work on an evil laugh. I mean, why not give the people what they want?
The problem is that the considerate and understanding co-workers out number the drama queens like the guy previously mentioned. And although I would love to treat the problem children with much more scrutiny than the other co-workers, I have to treat them all the same. I have to be professional regardless if they chose to do the same. So I guess I won’t be doing the villain thing after all. Which sucks because I already have a good villain mustache in mind.