November 2008


I am a System Administrator. In fact, I am a SAGE Level III SysAdmin.
I am not an Administrative Assistant. I will not let you write down my job title as Administrative Assistant on a hospital admission form. And no, I will not take a message for my boss. If you wouldn’t ask the Mail Server Admin or the Windows Domain Admin to take messages for their boss or make appointments for their boss, don’t ask me ’cause I do the same damned thing they do. Yes, even though I have tits; they let women do other jobs nowadays.
And lest you think I’m making shit up, I’m not the only one:

[4:52p] bethlynn: to be honest, I often say i’m invovled in IT support to non-tech people. No matter how clearly I say “System Administrator” they hear “Administrative Assistant”

I’ve heard this exact same thing from other women sysadmins.

Happy Dead Bird Day to those of you who eat dead bird, and happy Tofurkey day to the rest of us. Today is a very special day in the US; a harvest festival where we celebrate gluttony. (Some families celebrate all seven of the deadly sins, but we’re slothful slackers around here.) We also tell happy myths about friendship between the pilgrims and the native people.
I don’t consider Thanksgiving as boycott-worthy as Columbus day, but… well, in lieu of non-festive ranting I give you this. And the suggestion that you listen to Arlo Guthrie’s “Alice’s Restaurant” and watch Addams Family Values, my two favorite Thanksgiving traditions.

Email migration hell has been over for a couple of months, and yet I’m not writing every day. I did get a galley of a story and am wandering over from time to time to see if my story’s out yet, but other than that…
I need to do something about that.
On the up side, it’s not really about donuts. I’ve lost thirty pounds.