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Why was your child mad at you this week?

Let the kid decide what sort of bath they take (normal bath, bubble bath, or shower). They decide on a shower. But first they run into our bathroom for something. I hear rummaging and they come back masked. One of those little paper masks, but toddler sized. I removed the mask. Threw it away.

They threw a tantrum because I wouldn’t let them waterboard themselves in the shower.

Who the actual hell hung the closet doors in my house? Screws? What are those? Should they match? Nah? Remember Tai-bo? Gotta mix them up so the wood gets all confused. Makes the hinge stronger, right?? Like it did your muscles?

@idoubtit @jerry in a new Ford Maverick just under a month now. This week I’m at 4 rock chips. 3 came in one instance when a jeep yeeted them at my windshield while flying past me in a construction zone.

Insurance is on the hook next week for a replacement already. I used to not get cracks or chips in my windshield, but in the past 4 years ive been commuting further daily.

I didn't realize how fucking useful the word 'fucking' is for eliminating AI

Turns out, it's really fucking useful!

Fight the kid to bathe them, wants mom. Wrap up the bath time with me as mom tags me back in. Get them out, get dressed, time for PJs! Cooperation and excitement. I feel gaslit. Hugs and affection. Something’s off. Finishes off the milk we gave them after I handed them over to momma and hands it over to me. Usually for a refill, I ask for confirmation, shakes head no. We’re shocked. But I mouth that I’ll refill it anyways.

No books are even mentioned yet and they are heavy eyed already. They curl up into the blanket with mom and start to close their eyes. I ask if they’re ready for the light to be cut off. Nods tiredly. Mom’s wary. I flick off the lamp and head out. Shut the door.

I can hear the excitement in their voice after the door knob released. “Mom, I want books!” Cue laughter. And that refill.

@nixCraft our CRM uses an AI that constantly gets the dates confused when I poll it for confirmations for things like upcoming closures for holidays. It’s super fun.

Parenting is difficult. Kids communicating their feelings effectively is more difficult. Something to work on for sure.

Kiddo is in the twilight of their ‘put down’ days and all they want is their mama to do it. Crying, /screaming/ for her. Heart breaking as dad. All you want is to be seen as your kids hero or at least an equal parent in their eyes.

Finally, I get a few words in while they’re screaming to troubleshoot the situation. “Am I mean?” Nods yes. Ugh. I get mom.

After mom gets back out we find that my being mean equates to me setting boundaries by telling him ‘no’ or saying ‘stop’ more than mom does. Before that nugget however I was upset and questioning everything I was doing as a parent in our dichotomy in how we’re raising them that I’m seen as a villain.

This kid, y’all.

New CRM requests have died down and so I’ve finally gotten some time to dive into automating some alerts between my RMM and ITSM platforms.

Im able to parse the outbound webhook from the RMM service and transfer that into my ITSM’s API so it’s ingested as a ticket. Needs a little more data. Hoping I can match the inventory tools to assign the asset to the ticket without much effort and then assign the proper requester.

Then lastly is getting my SNMP tool to do the same for printers. Been emailing myself the URL and typing the requester’s name like a pleb to fire the request tickets.

Soon I shall finally have time for all these meetings!

@coleens_ my ITSM keeps pushing it as an upsell. Our CRM uses it as a feature and stuff goes sideways every few days. Always a fun chat with support. More fun when it is allowed to chat with our customers.

I’ve solved one problem legitimately with it. I’ve toyed with another idea for 5 minutes before I sidelined it.

When your kid asks you what the flash card reads and you get it right, and they respond with an enthusiastic “yeah, good job, dad!” It just corrects the course for whatever wrongs the world set in my way today.

Guess I should clarify these are their flash cards. Not mine. My 2yo cannot read CCNA flash cards. Yet.