title: Twisted Metal Office # category is optional, may be only one word, defaults to "main" category: work # author is optional, defaults to login name of file owner #author: optional # icon is optional, name of file in icondir, default is to not have one, #icon: optional content: |

Today I got to work to discover a train wreck.

Well, it wasn't really a train wreck, even though there are train tracks a stone's throw away from the building where I work. But it was like a train wreck.

And before I realized what I had just clicked in my web browser, I had signed up to untangle it, find the bodies, and send them to appropriate medical care. Or, in other words, find the reports that were supposed to be sent out yesterday but didn't make it due to said train wreck, and send 'em again. It wasn't an easy process, but I was able to automate it somewhat. Fortunately, some of our log files are actually written in a manner that greatly simplified my task. I hope the suits who requested this work are happy with what I did; I couldn't finish the job entirely without some severe contortions which I am ill-qualified to perform.

But there was to be another (figurative) train wreck. And this time, I was invited.

The Senior Director of Engineering and one of our newest hires -- an software architect type, apparently -- called me and my group into a meeting where we were supposed to discuss how a new project is to be deployed. (Why is she Senior Director if there are no other Directors? Maybe she was an actor in a previous occupation. But I digress.) Of the 50 or so minutes in the meeting, I think actual deployment covered minutes 36 to 41. The rest of the time was spent watching Director and Architect have a discussion over what was basically semantics. They almost speak two different languages, neither of which is the one my group speaks. They want their project in production in two weeks? Not bloody likely at this point; it doesn't even look like they know how to get it running as a proof of concept yet. Sure, that timetable was set by the CIO but he'll be a lucky sumbitch if he guessed right.

Pardon me while I pick the metal out of my teeth.