Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.

Derp

@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

I'm doing a tech screening for a possible job.

One of the questions:
'Describe to a non-technical friend how SSL works.'

'No. Just no. Don't do this to yourself or anyone else' should be a valid answer.

For my last IT job, we had a similar question:

"Describe how a modem and router work to a person who has never used a computer."

My answer was: "If they have never used a computer, then they wouldn't be a student here, and since my job would literally be to offer support to IT students, this would be working outside the authorized scope of my employment."

I got the job.

ETA: Most frequent complaint?

"I think so and so is watching porn in the computer lab."

Answer: "Thank you for your concern. However, as explicit materials are frequently assigned as required homework in a number of Kinsey Institute classes, this is an acceptable use of University equipment."

So satisfactory.

Tinuviel

I get the point of asking those questions; there's an old adage, coined by Einstein I think, that states something along the lines of "if you can't explain something to a novice you don't know it well enough." But some things are so innately complex that only someone with training can understand. I don't know how a goddamn router works beyond "there is a table. It looks shit up on the table and makes sure the signals go to the right places" and even that's probably wrong.

Auspice

I explained the most absolute basic concept of SSL as it would pertain to a user (who might see mention of, say, 'SSL certificate' perhaps and ask about it) and followed it up with 'Anything beyond this would be confusing and cause more issues than it would solve.'

Derp

I lost my temper at a nurse today. On the one hand, I feel bad. On the other, it's something that I've been wanting to say for a long fucking time now.

This probably doesn't mean much to most of you, but I'm going to vent anyway, and it's going to be a bit long. Sorry.

RANT STARTS HERE:

Every time David goes into the hospital, his doctors put him on contact isolation. Which:

Is a huge pain in the ass.

and

is ridiculous and utterly unnecessary.

They want people in his room to wear a full isolation gown, gloves, mask, the whole shebang. This sounds like reasonable precautions, until you start to take into account, you know. Reality. Like, for instance, the fact that if he and I were going to share something with each other, we would have already done so before he ever got here.

The mask I can understand. The gloves I can even understand. But the gowns? Ridiculous. I don't fit into them. (My arms are literally too big to get into the sleeves. I can't get them past my elbows.) They adamantly refuse to order a bigger size so that I can get my arms into them. And then they bitch at me for not wearing them.

Uh, ok. Except that I can cite at least ten studies that show that isolation gowns have no benefit when it comes to the reduction of nosocomial respiratory infections, because they're just a ritual part of hygiene control. They don't, by themselves, have any significant association with virus reduction. Hemorrhagic fevers, like ebola? Yes. Not things like coronavirus. The studies which do show some benefit show mixed results at best, and are usually done on infants and toddlers to reduce RSV infection rates (though even those tend to show that cohort nursing tends to be better at prevention). Also understandable.

But gowns for adults? I know they don't work. The nurses know they don't work. His own doctors know they don't work, because one of them published a study last year showing next to no efficacy when gowns are added in addition to masks and gloves.

If you're going to come at me for some bullshit because you won't order the correct sizes of things, after I've shown you for almost a decade that I can't get my arms into them, at least have the decency to acknowledge that it's not the kind of crisis you're pretending it is.

I don't go into the rooms of other patients.
Not that it matters, since I have to take all this shit off before leaving the room, so it literally only applies in here.
And I am in this room long enough that these precautions as a whole are laughably ineffective at keeping me from becoming a carrier, anyway, so if I was gonna mask and gown up, I should be doing that when I leave.

Fuck, man.

Ok, rant over. I'm gonna call the doctors again and ask, again, about getting the bigger gowns. Even though it never happens.

Auspice

@derp

Man, I'm sorry. $:\$

The nurse/doctor, doctor/doctor, experience/doctor, and so on disconnect can be annoying af sometimes.

The last time I was in the hospital, I was on dilaudid. Intravenous. One of my doses made me puke. The nurse even specifically said 'Oh, this happens sometimes.' I brought this up to my surgeon (since intestinal issues are why I was there, it was important to note).

He goes, 'It must be something else. Dilaudid never does that.'

Bitch, I'mma listen to the nurse who is the one on the floor administering it for twelve hours a day errday.

surreality

@auspice I am still convinced Dilaudid is Satan in pill form.

Yes, it makes the physical pain stop.

It also makes me exhausted 24/7 but unable to get anything resembling restful sleep, makes me irritable to the point of actually violent, and totally dizzy and disoriented (yes, the clinical interpretation of 'disoriented') the whole time.

Cannot even begin to express the hate for that stuff.

Auspice

@surreality

I loved it. I have never had a drug actually work for pain before. I mean some have helped. They've taken the edge off and lowered me from a ten to a five or a six to a two, etc. They've helped me be able to eventually sleep.

Dilauded was the first to give me that drugged happy no pain sense that I've heard people describe on vicodin, percocet, and other drugs.

On another note: this mother fucker on the bus just touched my hair what the fucking fuuuuuuck

surreality

@auspice Augh, kill him with fire.

I mean, uh. Actually, no, I mean kill him with fire. Don't actually, but. Definitely look at him like you're about to.

Auspice

@surreality

@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@auspice Augh, kill him with fire.

I mean, uh. Actually, no, I mean kill him with fire. Don't actually, but. Definitely look at him like you're about to.

I whipped around and stared because what the shiiiiiit and he apologized but for real wtf.

surreality

@auspice I do not know what the hell is with people.

I get that a lot from little kids because my hair is, well, neon green, and that's magically weird to little kids. I'm OK with that... from little kids. (Or from happy spacey old people obviously so out of fucks left to give that they may as well be little kids again, y'all know the type.)

If someone's above age 6 and has all of their mental faculties, though...

...where did I leave that box-cutter ankh...

Auspice

@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@auspice I do not know what the hell is with people.

I get that a lot from little kids because my hair is, well, neon green, and that's magically weird to little kids. I'm OK with that... from little kids. (Or from happy spacey old people obviously so out of fucks left to give that they may as well be little kids again, y'all know the type.)

If someone's above age 6 and has all of their mental faculties, though...

...where did I leave that box-cutter ankh...

Shit, met a dude once who was hella high on molly who wanted to touch my hair reeeeeal bad and he still had enough self-awareness to ask!

Aria

So my friends asked me to cat-sit for them over the holiday.....

As in, like, just asked me to cat-sit for them over the holiday. Starting, y'know, Monday.

This would normally be the sort of thing that I would be happy to do for them, except they also waited until two days before they left to say anything to me about them needing me to cat-sit for them for Thanksgiving. Which they said they would pay me for. And still haven't. Just like the time they asked me to cat-sit before that, last Christmas.

How about you give me advanced notice and just acknowledge that I'm doing you an unpaid favor that is honestly a bit of a pain in my ass and leave it at that?

Macha

@auspice It reminds me of the surgeon that I told UP FRONT that I needed morphine. It's in my allergies that derivatives do not work/make it worse for me. Dilaudid is on the list that does not work for me (along with Vicodin, etc etc)

I wake up from what was supposed to be an outpatient laparoscopic surgery, to find I have been cut open in a way that is no longer 'the way', and in SCREAMING pain. As in, I'm not even out of the operating theater yet, pain, as they're moving me. Why? Because they gave me Dilaudid. Which also makes me ITCH. It took my SO 2 days to get him to change it. My arms were covered in scratches. But I am apparently hysterical on it, because I'm completely out of my mind.

Derp

So, while I'm out of school for the next couple of weeks, I decided it was finally time to do something I have been wanting to do for awhile. I am teaching myself python, because why the hell not. Computers, law. Data, rules. Logic. This seemed like it shouldn't be terribly hard.

For the most part, it's going surprisingly smoothly. Thanks, MU*, for already making me learn the harder concepts. And python is really easy to parse in my head, because it reads pretty naturally in most cases.

But it still has some surprising behavior that is eye-twitchingly counterintuitive for someone who is not a dedicated computer scientist.

Like, why the hell is the top range of an index not included with the rest of it? You'd think after the eighteenth or nineteenth time I did that it would stick, but man, I just cannot seem to clear that hurdle. One of these days, I will get this. One other day, I might even figure out who thought that behavior was a good idea, and why.

For now though, snek language, you win this round.

Tinuviel

@aria Hey could you fly out to my place and catsit for me before eight am tomorrow morning? Cheers.

Aria

@tinuviel said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@aria Hey could you fly out to my place and catsit for me before eight am tomorrow morning? Cheers.

No.

Ganymede

@aria

I don't have a lot of friends OOC. At least, a lot of friends that ask me stupidly for this.

Like, no, bitches, I have a partner, I have kids, and I have a full-time job, which will be complicated by a part-time adjunct instructor job in February.

I'm mostly convinced that the reason parents' friends circles shrink over time is because they are merely shedding people from their lives that ask them for stupid things.

Stupid people suck.

Darinelle

Calm down, brain. Seriously. I get that you want to think about all the things all at once. But it's making everyone around you tired all over. CALM. DOWN.

Aria

@ganymede

The worst part is, I always end up doing it even if I'm insanely busy -- not for them, but for their one cat.

She's this little withered 15-16 year old lady with increasing medical issues and while they claim the husband is her absolute favorite (which he is) and that she doesn't really latch on to anyone else, she is always delighted to see me. Like, will sloooooooooooowly creak her way up from her sleeping spot and lean her tiny, fragile little self into my hand and start making the softest purring sound. She endures her medicine with nothing more than an ear flick and a sigh before she goes right back to leaning into me, too. I enjoy our visits, even if they suck an hour out of my day and her cat-parents are dicks about it. And would feel terrible if something happened to her because I said no.

Why can't I just be an unfeeling bitch?

Ganymede

@aria said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

Why can't I just be an unfeeling bitch?

Feeling for someone else sometimes means understanding when they need the Greatest Release of All, and then giving it to them.