Hah! Fair jab. In my defense that title was just a blown up way to attempt to keep me onboard without a raise. Being director of IT in a startup with only one IT person is definitely not filled with director-level tasks. That title, and the bullshit that came with it, are a big part of why I left.
Bo7a
Yup. I’m Bo7a.
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Nice try, troll. I’m posting here for the real humans. Not to convince you of anything.
edit to add: only one of us came into a thread espousing their views without being prompted. Maybe work on that before accusing others.
Finally, some criticism that makes sense! I will be sure to start feeding the foxes too. We already feed the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, marmots, bunnies, raccoons, stray cats, fish, black flies, and mosquitoes (with varying levels of ‘on purpose’).
What is one more species?
Seriously - This cruel bastard spends $500(cad) per month on feeding wildlife in the winter. What a piece of shit. And those raccoon houses we built so they’d be happy further from the house and stop tearing up our insulation? TORTURE FACILITIES filled with soft straw, eggs, fruit, and cat food.
Yes! Your deeply intellectual take based on my comparison of chickens shitting and screaming to how IT managers act is surely correct about how I live my life, and how those chickens live.
Fun fact - Our chickens live freely in the forest during the day, and have a nice safe place to sleep at night. We don’t force them to come home, but they know what lives out in the forest and choose to come back to where they are safe and have friends.
Oh and we don’t eat them. But if you wanna call pulling their non-viable eggs out from wherever they left them today violence then I have a few bridges to sell you in manhattan.
My CV looks something like:
- Jr Support agent > Sr Support agent > Lead Support agent
- Tech engineer
- DevOps engineer
- DevOps lead
- Sysadmin > Sr SA > lead SA
- Technical Architect> Solution Architect > Sr Arch > Enterprise Arch
- Director of IT
- Raising chickens
Chickens might shit everywhere, scream constantly, and flap their wings just to get attention, much like managers. But they can’t make you polish that shit into a product to sell. And if one gets out of line you can just eat them.


Not that I believe this is real in any way. But there are ten chairs at that table. His interview could be like those predatory knife MLMs where they pack the room full of idiots to find the one apex idiot.
Schedule:
Ten at a time. Ten minutes each.
Even if you space them out to the top of the hour you have time for a long lunch where you can commend yourself about being a drain on your species while staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror of a cracker barrel where you are scoping out some poor underage girl to molest verbally.
Wait… What were we talking about?