I didn't want the job. It was foisted upon me and like someone who gets tossed a grenade, I caught it like an idiot.
It's not my area, it encroached on tasks of higher priority, took weeks of abortive "teaching" for me to even execute the objective. Then I got a pat on the back and a "You'll figure it out."
Months passed. I still didn't understand what I was doing, but I sure as hell could refine the process. I got faster at it. Everyone else forgot about it until there was a hiccup. Then another.
Then the piano fell out of the sky when I realized the system was unsustainable.
Of course, I alerted all authorities on the matter. My prediction was ignored.
Then came the crash, and I dutifully reported it with grinding teeth. But that wasn't the end of it. Oh no.
Now they are asking me how to fix it. Me. With no credentials or expertise. Like it's my fault I was handed a broken machine to put band-aids on when it fucked up.
Wake up call: I. Can't. Fix. It.
Don't know how. Don't care. Not my problem.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Sounds about right.
- #2708 Posted 2 years ago
I love this. Sounds pretty accurate for the way administration handles systems they don't understand -- pass it off to the "experts" to figure out and maintain and then blame them when it falls apart despite all the warnings that it would do exactly that. Gee, that sounds so much like working in the IT field.
- #2712 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
This is great! So many times I have felt the same way you describe.
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