Not Broken, Just Bent.

So, plodding along here at work, I'm working on a PowerBook G4, with 2 external firewire drives for extra storage (since there's none left on the harddrive.)

This is poor. I use a lot of time waiting for Mr. Computer to process things. I handle Very Large Files on a Very Regular Basis.

So when SuperDave asked me if I wanted a new computer, I said yes, and even spec'd out a nice middle of the road MacBook Pro. Not stupid tricked out, but a competent machine that would be a competent machine for the next few years. I felt happy that I was going to be allowed to work effectively and expediantly.


Oh Ho HO! I forgot that I work for a large faceless Four Letter company where people who have No Bloody Idea what I need make the purchasing decisions.

And so what I will get? The absolutely lowest, bottom of the barrel, smallest freaking MacBook Pro they make. THey couldn't have spec'd it further down without downgrading me to an iBook.

We Have A Freaking Partnership with APPLE, ForChistSake! You're telling me that someone couldn't cough up an extra grand to get me something the doesn't need to be replaced in a year?


To say that I'm disappointed sells it short.
This tells me what my position is worth to the faceless "Them". Throw her the absolute minimum, that'll keep her happy...
That on top of the emminent move to Westboro (tacking an extra hour onto my commute daily, bringing the total time on the road up to 2+ hours) has me grumpy.



I loath the idea of it, but I'd better drag out the resume.

It's fall, and I have pissed-off itchy feet.