Two words. First word, seven letters, sounds like ‘luster’. Second word, four letters, sounds like ‘firetruck’.
It’s one of Those Days here at the Fun Factory. There’s a push to deploy out onto the factory floor about 15 thin clients with keyboard, monitor, mouse and network, as well as roughly 20 very twitchy, slightly bitchy networked Zebra label printers.
Oh yeah, and they want about 30 barcode-scanning handhelds. That interface to the network wirelessly. And talk to our MRP system so all of the suits can have a “no sparrow shall fall” picture of where every single order, part, widget and sheet-metal screw are from the comfort of their own asses.
And, of course, they want it all in place Now. Preferably Yesterday, but they’ll take Now. When they originally came up with this brilliant frakkin’ idea, of course they asked me for a timetable for getting this done in a realistic fashion. And I gave them one. Which they promptly and summarily ignored.
Oh… did I mention that all these places they want these things have neither power nor network drops anywhere nearby?
And I suppose I should add that we don’t have the spare server capacity to serve that number of thin clients – which have a much heavier processing requirement than your basic PC, since the server has to do ALL of the thinking for them?
But, of course… I will get it done. I am that awesome. I am Scotty and Kaylee and Meredith Rodney McKay and Edison and Tesla. I will not be beaten by this petty of a problem.
“I told you once, you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been.”
Just don’t expect me to be gorram civil to anyone in the near future.