It appears that last month, while I was on vacation, the PHB changed something in the new site architecture, and forgot to mention it to me.
It appears that the graphic calendar is now a graphic event manager. Not just a matter of semantics, it is a different management module. It has different fields and different properties. Most importantly, it is a different link to a different page.
I discovered the change just now, after entering about 30 events in the calendar, only to have them show up, well, no-fucking-where on the new site.
Just a half a day's work, down the crapper, because the moron I work for changed a big old part of the new site architecture and forgot to tell me, his little worker bee, about it.
And do you know what he'll say when I mention it to him? He'll say "My bad." This from the mouth of a sixtyish white guy who has taken to dying his (remaining) hair.
Can I shoot him, or would that be my bad.
Time for me to start entering all that fucking data, all over again.
It's Friday, and there is alcohol on the horizon. Tomorrow, I'm going on a road trip with a girlfriend. The Quilter's Shop Hop.
Have I mentioned lately that I work for an idiot?
It appears that the graphic calendar is now a graphic event manager. Not just a matter of semantics, it is a different management module. It has different fields and different properties. Most importantly, it is a different link to a different page.
I discovered the change just now, after entering about 30 events in the calendar, only to have them show up, well, no-fucking-where on the new site.
Just a half a day's work, down the crapper, because the moron I work for changed a big old part of the new site architecture and forgot to tell me, his little worker bee, about it.
And do you know what he'll say when I mention it to him? He'll say "My bad." This from the mouth of a sixtyish white guy who has taken to dying his (remaining) hair.
Can I shoot him, or would that be my bad.
Time for me to start entering all that fucking data, all over again.
It's Friday, and there is alcohol on the horizon. Tomorrow, I'm going on a road trip with a girlfriend. The Quilter's Shop Hop.
Have I mentioned lately that I work for an idiot?