serinde: (dancing zombies!)
Step 1: Watch this.
Step 2: Follow along the below conversation, kind of like a sing-along with the ball bouncing along the words on the TV screen.
Step 3: Wait patiently, the orderlies will be here with a syringe very soon.
Play along at home! )
serinde: (happyface)
Me, to [livejournal.com profile] elibalin, as we passed the Meadowlands: "I've evolved the notion that major league sports teams are like really bitchy, demanding girlfriends. You have to keep lavishing them with hideously expensive, unnecessary gifts (that they will then toss in a drawer and forget about) or else they will get upset and leave you."
serinde: (brew-up)
...as I hope to expand on some or all of these items later.

1. [livejournal.com profile] nedlnthred and I went to see Springsteen last night. It was a show of extreme awesomeness and energy, with the Encore that Never Ended, a thing we were just fine with. (I am here to tell you, though, that the new and probably exceedingly expensive parking arrangements at the Continental Airlines Arena^W^W^W IZOD Center are the worst I have ever seen at a venue, bar none.)

2. Therefore, today, we drove down to Asbury Park for the day, and what a beautiful day. It is not the howling wasteland of skank that it was when we attended a party there some years ago; it is being niced up, and in the good way, not the generic-corporate-chain way.

3. The buyers of the house have backed out, which is maybe not such a loss since they were major fucking pains in the ass, but it's awfully annoying to not be able to sit back and say "the fucker's sorted". Certain other vast irritants have cropped up in this arena, too, chiefly because we trusted people we were paying to tell us of things that in theory they should have been expert in when we were buying the place. Feh.

4. Tomorrow: Improv Everywhere MP3 experiment.
serinde: (Fuck off.)
So, let's take a look at the last 24 hours, shall we?

* Botched a test I should have had no problem with.
* Registration wasn't working right for most of the day, and so too several miscellaneous other student-related services, leading to even more Duh than usual.
* Plans for the evening fell through (though I sort of expected that).
* Once again experienced shopping Fail due to a continued lack of a god. damned. dry. erase. marker.
* Shiny new power supply does not make computer boot up. Seems to be a fried motherboard or CPU.
* Discovered that, even standing on the bed, I can't reach the ceiling, making it exceedingly difficult to install hooks.
* Cannot find any place to stash the contents of the last three boxes, nor my picnic basket, and I am completely hacked off with continually tripping over/around them--and now there is power supply impedimentia, too.
* Opened mail accumulated while away, found letter postmarked May 1 telling me that "due to a change in [my] membership status", my health coverage was being terminated March 1. There is so much WTF in this, I don't know where to start. And I can't do anything about it til tomorrow, therefore have no outlet for rage.
serinde: (MY CURSE IZ PASTEDE ON YAY!)
Ranger spontaneously decided that he wanted to start sacking out on top of my dresser. Said space is currently about 1/3 occupied by my ancient boom box; the remainder has the two small earring receptacles, and all my Required Pocketstuff when it is not in pockets or purse: keys, other keys, money, wallet, flash card, etc. So the sequence of the night went something like this:

1. I drift off to sleep.
2. There is an earth-shattering kaboom; I wake up.
3. I blearily look up to see Ranger looking at me going MOW?, having just kicked something clattery off the top of the dresser.
4. I make an "oh no not again" noise, chivvy him off, and pick up whatever's fallen down.
5. Climb back into bed. Try and sleep as Ranger paces around, settling first here, then there, generating a certain amount of nervousness about the chance for a nose chomp.
6. Repeat.

If you're wondering why I don't apply water bottle correction methods, it's because that making him spaz and flee would almost certainly result in my earring boxes going over, and we just do not want to go there.

So. Yes. Very, very sleepy.

(Also, some other tenant has an enormously loud fan in the airshaft, but it isn't bothering me too much. I had rather it were not there, certainly, but it's tolerable as white noise.)
serinde: (job joy)
So, next week we shall have a visitation of the Middle States Commission, or some portion thereof. They will go everywhere and peek in everything and write up a report at the end to prove that we are Serious College and this is Serious Education. Therefore, of course, the entire school is busily employed in cleaning, painting, tidying, shoving things under beds, and in general preparing for the Admiral's inspection--or, to put it another way, building a Potemkin village. For the most part, this was not going to affect my life much other than "clean desk" and "make sure the minions toe the line", but then...

So, these terminals around campus, which we call PACs, and which the PFY is responsible for. Their current design (which predates both of us) is old, ill-considered, and running on well-past-EOL'd hardware; maintenance ranges from "difficult" to "impossible", and so we are just keeping them stumbling along while Version 2.0 is being worked out (should be deployed over the summer, in a much saner fashion). This was fine, and all knew of it, including $OVERBOSS, who has even made sure we had teh munneyz to implement 2.0, and without scrimping at that.

Until, in the wake of a late Middle States meeting at the beginning of the week, the decision was passed to me that All PACs Must Work before the commission arrives at 7am Monday. IF IT WAS THAT EASY THEY'D ALL BE WORKING

Gory details here. )

So, in a nutshell, the PFY and I are almost certainly working Saturday. I had to come in anyways, for another damn freshman orientation, but I thought not such a big deal, stagger over at 11am, give short speech, stagger home; but it will be A Full Day, I am sure. (And then Sunday is another interstate moving adventure.)
serinde: (job joy)
Several weeks ago, when I was ranting about some irreconcilably-differing data I had gotten from the Mothership's HR division, $BOSS told me: "Don't try to understand what's going on over there. If you ever finally manage to understand all of it, you'll go completely insane."

This is a perfect analogy and I need to print it out and tack it above my desk.

Comes now a student, who I shall call Sally Smith. Sally's problem is that, in Blackboard (the course management system), she keeps showing up as "Sam". This information being fed from CUNY's LDAP, we look there, and sho' nuff, they have her as "Sam Smith". This means that some college database, somewhere, is telling them that she's Sam. Now, the only one of these I can check is the student database, and it knows she's Sally, so that's not it. So we open a trouble ticket with the Mothership's help desk. In due course, they respond, informing us that it's our employee database feeding the bad info. OK; we send Sally off to bug HR.

But, I ponder more deeply, why does her LDAP record not show that she has a staff affiliation at Hunter? That's supposed to be automagic. If $PERSON is in the employee database, the next pull gives them staff affiliation in the LDAP. And if her info isn't being pulled, how can that be the source of her involuntary gender change? I reply to the Mothership, I ask this question. Oh, Theron Marks, where are your children now?

Quotha: "She does have a staff affiliation. When you look at the Campus LDAP, the role & the campuses doesn't necessarily line up."

So, look at that image again. She has N student affiliations and one staff affiliation. And what they tell us, what the official answer is, and I confirmed this with $FORMER_OFFICEMATE who has to deal with them all the time, "you worthless gits at the college have no way of knowing which college that single Staff affilliation really goes with".

I should mention that EVERYTHING a person can do is linked to their college/role affiliations. So if something is fucked up, if a person can't register or can't log into course management or a million other things, we can't actually tell what the problem is, because they give us garbage reporting. The actual data may be right, or it might not; we can't tell. Effectively, they have fingerpainted a picture on canvas, tacked it to a cardboard box, and said "Here's your TV, now shut the fuck up". I don't know why they think that giving eighteen support desks a tool that they know gives bogus information is in any wise helpful. BRAIN EXPLODE NOW

Lest you think this unusual, I present you with $FORMER_OFFICEMATE's record. He is not twice a student at CCNY; he's a student there, a student here, and staff here. And we know the actual directory entry is correct, because he can register for classes; but if he came up with a registration problem, we would take one look and say "well, you aren't listed as a student with Hunter, you need to double-check with Admissions to see that you're actually admitted this semester", thus wasting scads of time and making him run around to places that cannot help him, because he's actually correct everywhere.

This is what they give us to work with. And they wonder why we want as little to do with them as possible, and jeer loudly at their insistence that they should run campus email.
serinde: (self-control)
9:30am and movers not here yet. This is because I'm entirely packed and ready to go. If I were still frantically running in circles, they would have been here at 8:45. I assume they're just lost, or afraid of the ghetto, or something.

...Or they've lost my order. please God no

Edit: Yep. Sure did. Apparently going through 15 minutes of online signing sites was insufficient confirmation, and I was supposed to magically know to then call them back with my credit card.

The revolution has been postponed 'til tomorrow.
serinde: (fighty!)
To wit, taking screenshots of our web site and nitpicking them, then mailing the result to $OVERBOSS with snitty remarks. (And then the poop slides gently downhill.)

And, sure, the month-old one should probably removed, but seriously: shouldn't he be, oh I dunno, tending to his students? Or if he really must get involved in web site judgment, how about sitting down with a few far more egregious sites on campus?
serinde: (job joy)
First of all, I am generally out of sorts today because I am doing a really fucking annoying task I've been putting off for weeks. This delicious turdburger ended up on my plate because, before I took over the student helldesk, I was sort of at loose ends for justifying my existence in my poorly-defined role and so this got chucked at me. It does not require wit or organization or anything except a boundless tolerance for suffering fools (in this case, the College's fucking retarded procedures that would make 1972 blush for shame, but also the bovine indifference of a number of managers who should be more engaged in their reports) gladly.

I do not have this.

Task: Figure out which of our 80-odd hourly employees have vacation time, and how much; and email their managers to say "Fred Bloggs has 42.50 vacation hours accumulated; please make sure he takes it."

Ur-Stupidity: That most of the managers/supervisors in our department don't keep on top of this themselves. They should be able to pull it from the dept.'s time tracking system...though since many of them don't actually ensure the students are using it as they should, the data isn't 100% correct, and then they bitch that it's useless. ANYways.

Stupidity #1: The hourly people can't use their vac time until they've worked 500 hours in the current fiscal year. But, they HAVE to use it all before the end of the fiscal year. This means that, somewhere around, um, now, everyone's time suddenly becomes available.

Stupidity #2: The payroll spreadsheets, from whence we pull this data, are available only with four weeks' lag time. So I'm looking at the state of affairs from Feb. 11th. So some of these students who don't show as having any time available probably do by now--but I don't know for sure.

Stupidity #3: The payroll spreadsheets are printouts--we do not and cannot get them in an electronic format--from some program that's older than I am. There's one for each budget line. The budget lines in no wise line up with who reports to whom. E.g., Lab Guy has a bunch of people paid out of Tech Fee, and some off his own budget line. The "Support Services" budget line has some of my minions, some of [livejournal.com profile] spride's, the Notworks Guys' dogsbody, and some random fellow from the training center.

Stupidity #3a: ...and we moved a whole bunch of people to different budget lines this year, so my sense of where to find people is off....

Stupidity #3b: ...but due to the absolute fucking retardation of the payroll system, the moved people appear on both budget spreadsheets. But not with current data. The former budget line has them snapshotted as the last time they were paid out of that budget. With no obvious flagging. So if I forget that Fred Bloggs was someone who was moved, I just go "oh he hasn't made 500 hours yet, nothing to report".

Stupidity #4: For each spreadsheet, are the employees listed in order of last name? No. Seniority? No. They are sorted by Social Security Number. But not the whole one, because we don't want to include those for security reasons; all but the last four digits are chopped off. But it's sorted by the whole number. Basically, there is no way to do this that doesn't involve flipping back and forth and up and down and missing stuff and uleauleauleauleaulea

Stupidity #5: Did I mention that the column headings are only on the first page of each spreadsheet? And that there are ten columns of numbers that represent hours, all next to each other?

So I have to spend a day doing this, and I'll have to do it several more times as we get near the end of the fiscal year, because heaven forfend people should remember things more than a week old, or increment on their own; and it makes me cranky enough. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE

My henchperson calls up from the front desk. "...Can you give students (graduated students, that is) permission to look at their unofficial transcripts?"
Your humble correspondent: "Um no."
[This requires a bit of explanation. There is the Official Transcript, on paper, which one must get from the registrar for, I think, a nominal sum; takes several days or more to acquire; then there is the "Unofficial Transcript", which you can see in eSIMS, the registration program--but you can't log into eSIMS if you aren't a current student.]
Henchperson: "I didn't think so, but I have a student on the phone who I'd just transferred to the Registrar and they told him you specifically could do that and transferred him back."
YHC: *unprintable*

Henchperson, bless her, went on a telephonic voyage of discovery to learn that the Registrar Herself, not just her front-line minions (who run the gamut from "pretty okay" to "how do you tie your fucking shoes in the morning, you idiot") seems to be of the opinion that I, me personally, can greenscreen[1] graduated students back into the Portal so they can log into eSIMS so they can see their stuff. I do not know what gave her this impression, since several months ago there was an extended discussion on this exact topic, because alumni needing transcripts are a common problem, and $FORMER_OFFICEMATE (who can greenscreen people into the Portal, which I cannot) explained at that time to all and sundry that it is a Really Damn Bad Idea to greenscreen former students in as current students because very unusual and unwanted things can happen as a result. I swear to God, the institutional memory down there lasts about three months, and then they flush the buffers entirely, permitting all sorts of new flavors of Wrong to flourish. So now we have to go down and explain it again.

[1] magically put people in by hand, bypassing the usual data feeding process. Usually done for adjunct faculty because their lame-ass departments haven't actually done the hiring paperwork by the start of classes.
serinde: (MY CURSE IZ PASTEDE ON YAY!)
A nice side benefit or comfort item on this pilgrimage was that Mom got us tickets to see the Artistic Luxury exhibit (which is closing today) at the Cleveland Museum of Art. Description:

Just over 100 years ago, three of history’s greatest designers, Peter Carl Fabergé in Russia, Louis Comfort Tiffany in the United States, and René Lalique in France, were engaged in a spirited rivalry that drove each to attain unsurpassed heights in the creation of jewelry and luxury goods. In this opulent exhibition of more than 300 objects, see their greatest masterworks reunited for the first time since the legendary 1900 world’s fair in Paris.

Artistic Luxury offers a glimpse—through the stunning creations of these three great artists—into the world of the rich and famous during the years leading up to the First World War. Each designer was known for his own characteristic style and achievement, and the exhibition devotes a separate gallery to each jeweler, recreating the ambiance of the Paris world’s fair.


WHY NO THAT'S NOT UP MY ALLEY AT ALL.

Therefore, of course, Mom's car broke down this morning. The rental place nearest is closed Sundays, as is her mechanic. And don't even talk to me about public transit in these parts.
serinde: ("What fresh hell?")
Tomorrow, in Cleveland: "Cloudy with periods of snow during the afternoon. Dangerous wind chills may approach -25F."

Oh the things I do for family.
serinde: (job joy)
I have not moved off the Help Desk from 9am until after 6:30pm this week. I mean, not for lunch, not for nothing. We are shorthanded and we are flooded. Because why? Two reasons, chiefly:

1) Damn near all of the incoming students for this semester are in the Hunter systems, but have never been picked up by CUNY. For weeks. This means that none of them can register, as we just learned, since they are all trying to register and having (not unreasonable) hysterics when they can't. And there is nothing we can do about it.

2) Those students who DID make it into the Portal, through luck or timing or God-knows-what, CUNY's wonderful tangle of Java is not giving them the little module bit that has the link to eSIMS, the registration application. Each one of which must be dealt with by looking up the account and opening a trouble ticket at the Mothership. A separate one. Because heaven forfend they should say "gosharoonie, there's hundreds of people with this problem! Maybe we should make one all-around fix!" There is a work-around, but it's difficult to explain, especially to hysterical non-computer-literates.

And then there's the usual registration drama, which is never less than glorious. And one of my staff is away for two weeks, and one suddenly got accepted to nursing school, and we don't have enough for full coverage on hours let alone take care of the extra load (which is why I'm working the desk, and I drafted Hacker-Boy to do the same...and we're STILL not keeping up), and Facilities bitched up our moving date by the day before saying "oh er um there won't be phones there til next week sometime", and I don't have time to pull back or do anything but fight fires. And shout at people internally who Don't Get It. It doesn't help.
serinde: (self-control)
[livejournal.com profile] nedlnthred has been sick with death plague all week, and I thought I was avoiding it, but last night I was suddenly slammed by the Bus of Exhaustion; and this morning, though I slept tolerably well (there was one World War Cat taking place across my bed, and the neighbor started chipping ice off his walk at 5am), I'm feeling much the same. With a side bonus of throat tickle and swollenness! Whee!

I really, really cannot afford to be sick this week, which is going to be full of doom and wrath, so I'm trying to sleep it off. This of course utterly derails my plan of going to the Cooper-Hewitt with [livejournal.com profile] elibalin today to see the 19th-century interiors exhibition going away at the end of the month. grrrr.
serinde: (I see stupid people)
(The "cranky", "you're stupid", and "my job sucks" icons were fighting it out for the honor of placement here. You see who won.)

First, let us define the problem:
A student with a MacBook (10.5.x). He can use the school wireless network just fine on the uptown campus. When he tries from his dorm room downtown, he can connect, but can only get Hunter web sites. No CUNY and no outer Internet whatsoever.

Stage 1 and 2 troubleshooting:
I took a look at his config when he brought the computer to the help desk, just in case there was some other-location insanity, which there was not. Then I had him call me from his room so I could walk him through some stuff. I ascertained the following:
- He had gotten an IP address on our network
- He could ping the wireless gateway and servers on the uptown campus
- He could not get to exterior websites by IP address (hence, not a DNS issue)
- Traceroutes died before getting into CUNYland (we connect to them for our intarwubs, don't ask me why)

So: clearly a routing issue. Something is not letting his traffic route outside the college network. Therefore I package all this information together, with specifics, with date stamps, with all the hops in the traceroute, and open a trouble ticket assigned to what we are pleased to call our network group. Three days later, I learn they don't actually use the trouble ticketing system; the help desk crew has to print out the ticket and hand it to them. FINE. I do that thing. Ensues the following conversation:

Notwork Stooges: It's his computer.
Your humble correspondent: No it's not, it works fine from uptown.
NS: It's nothing to do with us.
YHC: I don't understand why you would say that. He gets an IP address, he can authenticate to the AP.
NS: You have to find out when Hacker-Boy[1] is going downtown and have him take his laptop and test from the student's room and call us for troubleshooting.
YHC: Why? I've already been on the phone personally with this student, gathering this troubleshooting data. What else do you expect Hacker-Boy to find?
NS: Well if it's his computer--
YHC: IT IS NOT HIS COMPUTER, WHICH WORKS FINE FROM HERE.
NS: It's nothing to do with us.
YHC: *turns around and walks out without another word*

Apparently this (rightly) gave them the notion that I was gearing up to complain to their boss, because Stooge #2 followed me out a few minutes later to "sit down and talk about it". After gloriously insulting my intelligence and experience by "explaining" how CUNY sends us notification of IP addresses engaged in botnet activity, and how they nobly protect our network by blocking all those addresses, the following conversation ensued:

NS: ...so the student's computer must be infected with a botnet virus.
YHC: No, it can't be; it's a Mac.[2]
NS: Well then there must be something funny on it, because CUNY detected it and sent us a notice. So he needs to have it checked out first, but that is why it's blocked. When they are blocked they can only get Hunter & CUNY sites.
YHC: So IP addresses we block for this can get to Hunter and CUNY but nowhere else?
NS: Yes
YHC: Well that can't be it, then, 'cause he can only get to Hunter sites.
NS: ...Oh well then, when blocked you can only get to Hunter sites.
YHC: . o O ( YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE BLOCKING?!? )
YHC: OK. Well, could it be that the previous student using that IP address was the botnetted one, and when that DHCP lease expired this student got the address?
NS: That is possible I guess. We will remove the block. But he should still bring in his computer so it can be checked out.
YHC: Sure. Fine. I'll take care of that. kthxbye.

You will note, therefore, that this has magically transformed from "not our problem" to "oh except the part where we have a block against that IP address". You will also note that even if we had sent down Hacker-Boy, it would not have done a goddamn thing, since his laptop would have gotten a different address entirely. You will thirdly note the utter absurdity of trying to block out a particular machine by blocking DHCP-assigned IP addresses. Which leases, according to Network Stooge #1, last a whole! complete! twenty minutes!.

I am so utterly, bitterly fed up with their shit.

[1] Who they then started describing name, appearance, and function to me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I am his manager.

[2] Yes, I do realize the kid might have Windows on a Parallels or VMWare or Boot Camp setup. Bets?
serinde: (MY CURSE IZ PASTEDE ON YAY!)
Bud's brakes have suddenly started to make awful grinding noises when I apply them. Having been through the teenage adventure of ignoring loud brake complaints unto the point where the disc cracks and you have to drive home in your land yacht with no brakes at all, I see no need to get extra credit in that particular subject, and will call the brilliant competent glorious mechanics of Jersey City tomorrow.

I can borrow back Womble or probably use [livejournal.com profile] nedlnthred's car at need, so I'm not screwed even if they can't take delivery of the patient for some days. But what a damned nuisance.
serinde: (job joy)
"I cannot access my e accounts due to not remembering my id. What whould one need the e accounts for anyhow? Most things on the e accounts are not imporant. Thanks"
serinde: (Default)
I am trying an experiment: no coffee this morning. (So far I am unimpressed.) (Am I extra bleh from lack of caffeine, or just because I have accumulated more bleh?)

Something is wackily awry with the Google Document that Dr. Nick and I have been working on for months. I can happily edit any other document I have access to and save it back, but that one consistently gives me the dread Network Error when I try to save. It's only 410KB, so we haven't hit the 512KB limit, which was the most obvious possibility. I've tried exporting it into HTML and uploading it as a new document; same problem. I really do not wish to grovel through 410KB of raw markup to try and see if there's some tag or other being stupid. (And how would I tell if it were? Wholly illogical for an HTML botch to keep you from saving the fucking file.) Gosh, it'd be swell if the error message was indicative.

...Hmm. At that. Just because it exports to HTML at 410K, does not necessarily mean that whatever internal format Gdocs uses translates to the same file size. Gosh, it'd be swell if the error message was indicative. HINT, HINT
serinde: (Fuck off.)
Naturally, when I have a bit of time and a bit of inclination to do a bit of creative work, Google Docs is crapping out on me. (I can log in fine, but it gives me O NOES NETWORK ERROR!!1 whenever I try to save. Needless to say, my connectivity is otherwise fine.)
serinde: (Fuck off.)
In addition to previous vexation, I now have a whole bunch of splinters in my hand from incautious wood splitting; and my computer--a fresh build, I should add--has BSOD'd twice in the past three hours. The doomy screen goes by too fast to see what's ailing it, so I turn to the Event Viewer that Microsoft is so kind as to provide. O HAI UR LOG FILE IZ CORRUPT! You can go whistle for what's wrong.

I am so sick to Christ of this. Saving up for iMac now. ('Specially since CoH is being ported, though I'd do Boot Camp if I absolutely had to.) At least with BSD I know where the fuck I stand.

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