A Typical Day at Macrosoft

Hi. My name is Sherman. I work at Macrosoft. I read something lately that said
Macrosoft was "the technological equivalent of a sweatshop" and it
bothered me. I want to set the record straight so I decided to record what I
do on a typical day at work. I hope this will clear things up. Thank you.

 

4:33 AM -- I woke up and put my pillow and blanket into the bottom drawer of
my desk. Went down the hall for a double espresso but some idiot had turned
the machine off. Had to settle for French Roast. Gordon stopped me on the way
back to the office and asked if I would crack his back. He still hasn't gotten
used to the floor.

4:38 AM -- Gordon's back cracked a little too loudly and he left for the hospital
to get checked out. I am back at my desk checking my mail. Hmmm.... Wow! There's
a note here about the planning meeting for our new product. They've decided
to call it Industry '99 because it will do everything our other suite does plus
put Federal Express, Charles Schwab, and Nabisco out of business. Kewl, dude!

4:41 AM -- Got another bloody nose. I don't believe that damned doctor. There
is no way caffeine can cause this. Shit, out of Kleenex. Thank God for that
medicine cabinet.

4:43 AM -- Just got back and am ready for work. Boy, they keep putting new
stuff in that medicine cabinet. Vivarin! What will they think of next. A couple
of those and that espresso machine can kiss my ass.

4:45 AM -- Started coding. These hidden functions are tough. I don't know how
they expect me to stop someone's modem lights from blinking while we upload
their life's history during registration. Hmm.... maybe a BIOS call to the serial
driver.

5:01 AM -- Time for breakfast. Damned microwave. Even on defrost it still makes
the cream squirt right out of the Twinkies. Well, at least old Gordon's not
here. Yesterday he was so tweaked out on Jolt he set it on high and the damned
things exploded. Boy was maintenance pissed off. Took em half an hour to scrape
that shit off the inside of the oven. We will have a meeting on that one.

5:10 AM -- Ah, nothing like a good meal. Burned my tongue though. Shit, it
hurts. Read the company newsletter while I was eating and it mentioned that
the wife changed her mind again on the layout of the kitchen at Bill's new estate.
Damn, at the rate they're going they'll move in on the same day he throws the
switch and sends the ultimatum to Washington. Ooopps. Maybe I shouldn't have
said that. That's a top secret project. Oh, well, now you know.

5:16 AM -- Went out to the Web with Exploder 7.0 Beta. Just installed it yesterday
and it ate my hard drive. They aren't sure if that bug will be fixed. Too close
to shipping. The plan is to blame it on Quicken if anyone calls support. PointCast
is really hosed though and that pisses me off. Can't get my stock quotes.

5:22 AM -- Gordon called. Says they've got him in a back brace. Promised to
say he slipped in the game room while playing Asteroids so he can get L&I.
He sounded a little pissed though. Better not play basketball with him anytime
soon.

5:28 AM -- Damned contractor called in. He says his father died. Guess I'll
be testing today too. Oh well, I'll throw in a few extra-nasty bugs just for
him to choke on next week. Damned guys are spoiled. They only work 60 hours
a week and cry like babies.

5:37 AM -- Cutting more code. Damned DOA objects. Never do what you want. Stupid
thing just grabbed one of my dirty jpegs and slammed it into the server in building
36. Assholes don't even give me delete rights. Damn. Better get over there and
thrash it before the shit hits the fan.

6:13 AM -- Just got back. Shit, that was close. I had to practically sell my
soul to get that picture deleted. Lucky for me that Bob had to go take a dump.
Only problem was he had just started the backup, so I bumped into the tape to
stop it and the frigging server went down. Oh well, he'll be so busy cleaning
that shit up he won't have time to figure out what happened.

6:22 AM -- Gordon called back. His back is worse than they thought. He was
leaving the hospital and had to go back. He told them he slipped on some dog
shit that was out front and now they're worried he's going to sue them. They
are admitting him for observation.

6:41 AM -- Jerry just got in. God, he's such a prick. His "Pammy"
just walked him to his desk, as always, and played tickle the tonsils with him
just for my benefit. Damned contractors and their girlfriends. Think I'll call
H.R. and see if this is sexual harassment.

7:19 AM -- Got another call from Gordon. Apparently he has a ruptured disc
and is going into emergency surgery.

7:32 AM -- Got a note about a special meeting. The loon that freaked out yesterday
screwed up the source code and we're gonna have to re-do some stuff. Be back
later.

9:17 AM -- Boy, what a ball breaker. That wacko really trashed the project.
Apparently he checked out nearly all the modules and massacred half the code.
They also mentioned that the backup was no good because that moron Bob screwed
it up this morning. God smiles on me.

9:49 AM -- Finally got PointCast going and downloaded the news. There's another
article about porno here at Macrosoft. Uh-oh, better do some clean up work.

10:13 AM -- Finished re-formatting my drive and am waiting for the system to
finish loading. I took my zip drive down to the car and tucked it away in the
trunk.

10:27 AM -- Ah, espresso at last. Just in time. I have a spec meeting in three
minutes.

11:45 AM -- Another meeting from hell. I don't know why they call them specs.
You never actually see them until the project is done and off to shipping. I
am going to lunch.

12:12 PM -- Got lunch. Boy, this pizza is the best. I don't know what it is
about the cheese though. Looks a little like a dried booger. They finally got
Jolt on tap in the cafeteria. About damned time.

12:26 PM -- Finished lunch. Went to take a dump but the line was too long.
Gotta hold it a while longer. Ran into Leslie in the hall and she told me I
looked nice. Hmm... wonder what she wants. Reminds me. Better call H.R. about
the "lip lizards".

1:03 PM -- Called H.R. and talked to Rebecca. She said I might have a case
for sexual harassment if Pammy-baby was making any eye contact with me while
they were face-fucking. Suppose I could lie. Bitch wants me anyway, I can tell.

1:27 PM -- Finally got to take a shit. Jeez, that was a frigging sequoia. Stuck
up there any longer and they'd have to cut it in half and count the rings to
tell how old it was.

1:41 PM -- Jerry just left, glaring like the prick he is. I think Rebecca just
nabbed his ass. Ha! Bite my prong you moron.

1:48 PM -- Jeez, I was getting grumpy. Got a double latte. That should bring
me down a little. Gordon's wife left a message on my machine saying that he
is paralyzed from the neck down. They think it's permanent. Just hope the bastard
can't talk either. I'm calling my lawyer.

2:16 PM -- Rebecca called back and has her titties in a tizzy. Seems Jerry
the Fairy took Pammy Eats My Hammy down to her office and mentioned that little
incident from last week. I told her it wasn't even close to a grope, more like
a wedgie. Oh, well, something else for the lawyer.

2:29 PM -- Well gag me with a frigging spatula! Another new guy. Damned contractors.
Make more money than us and have that innocent look. Bradford, huh. That's your
name? Okay, you scrotum, the next virus will be named after you.

2:52 PM -- Whew. Went down to the car and took a shot of NyQuil. Man, I gotta
come down a little. Call the lawyer. Call the lawyer.

3:20 PM -- Oh, Fuck! Damned lawyer called me! Gordon just croaked and the cops
want to talk to me at five. Goddamned freaky bastard. What the hell did he think
I was, a frigging chiropractor?

3:51 PM -- Damned nose is spewing blood like a fire hydrant. Be back in a minute.

4:16 PM -- Got the bleeding stopped but Janitorial is livid. They say the stain
won't come out of the carpet but hell, it's already kind of red.

4:58 PM -- Just got handed a notice to appear before the harassment board on
Monday. Fucking Jerry. I'll get him and that prissy-assed bitch.

5:22 PM -- Ah, dinner. At least the NyQuil is working a little. These pizza
rolls are the greatest. Gotta get me some next month when I go to the store.

5:55 PM -- Cops showed up because I forgot to go see them. Damned Gestapo gave
me the third degree. The lawyer was already here because Jerry filed a lawsuit
and Gordon's wife is on her way over with a gun.

6:29 PM -- Man, what a day. Gordon's wife was caught in the parking lot but
wouldn't leave until she was allowed to bitch me out. They took me downstairs
and I faced her. Then all hell broke loose when her dog jumped out of their
Jeep and attacked my groin. Bitch must have had him trained by some feminist
group. Just stopped in to get my jacket before they take me over to the hospital.

8:51 PM -- Back at last. Damned dog did some damage. Five stitches and some
rabies shots. I still don't know what the penicillin was all about. They didn't
even have any real coffee there. Gotta go get a cup.

9:00 PM -- Cops just phoned. I have to be at the courthouse tomorrow morning
for arraignment. They said I should bring my attorney. Ha, ha, joke's on them.
We'll be there anyway dealing with Jerry and Pammy.

9:36 PM -- Got the virus finished and zapped it over to that new asshole's
system. Have a nice breakfast, you dillweed.

9:58 PM -- Last code for the day. I finished the new voice help feature. This
is gonna be cool. I fixed one section extra special. If you play it backwards
it says "Pammy fucks the band". God, technology is great.

10:25 PM -- Talked to the lawyer. He said I should bring extra clothes tomorrow.

10:49 PM -- Shit! Circuit breaker in the kitchen went out. Nothing is working.
Damn. There was only one Jolt left. Better make it last.

11:22 PM -- Couldn't find my porno mags. I think Jerry got them. God, court
is going to be a bitch. Worse than last year.

11:43 PM -- Called Mom. She said I didn't get any mail. No news is good news,
I guess. She mentioned that my dog died last week. Asked if I would be home
soon.

12:32 AM -- Well, I think the day is over. I am going to crash if I can find
a bloodless spot on the floor. Gotta set the computer to wake me up early. Big
day tomorrow. Goodnight.

Any similarities between this and any real company are intentionally coincidental.