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We build a backup infrastructure at work to make sure that clients can restore their files and databases themselves when something gets fucked up.
We also have step by step tutorial on how to do this.
Every fucking day we get requests to restore backups.
Mostly used reason is "I'm a technical so I won't understand it".
With all due respect, if you don't understand this and keep asking without even trying, please don't host with us.
Because, if you did as I asked and actually read through the entire article, you would.
In case you're wondering, anytime one of us asks what part they don't understand, that question is simply ignored and they pushing for us restoring it anyways continues.
Sometimes they get angry and want to talk to someone higher up or start complaining that they're paying loads of money already and that it would just take us a second anyways.
If you would read the fucking tutorial/manual instead of trying to eat out your mother's badly shaved pussy and hopefully choke on it while you're at it, you wouldn't come asking us for it.
If you genuinely don't understand this article, feel free to ask but also provide us with cocksucking feedback.
Why do you think you have the right anyways to ask us to do it for free? We maintain the backup infrastructure which definitely isn't cheap but we do it so that you, pubic sniffing weazel, can do this shit on your fucking own.
You're entitled to ask us for help but not for asking us to restore your bullshit for free every freaking time.
Tip: give your parents some condoms. Because that way they hopefully won't reproduce again, we don't need more of you in this universe.7
Came home to visit my mother for mother's day. Signed into wifi, couldn't hit steam. Thought it was odd so I Googled it.
Clicked on the first link, DNS doesn't exist. Hit the second link... Okay No way serverfault is no longer a valid DNS. Went to stack overflow, can't hit it. In fact, the only website I am allowed to hit is google, Yahoo, and Netflix. Okay, that's clearly a breach of her rights, they're filtering her. Gonna login to the router and fix it.... NOOOPEEE
`arp-scan` tells me I need to have an IP address... Wait, I'm not being given an IP address? That's odd... Okay only MAC addresses... Okay, I can hit the router using 10.0.0.1... Nope, blocked IP. Can't hit it.
I told my mother she should abandon this ISP and find a new one, but she won't budge...
Welp, I'm breaking into XFINITY wifi and resetting whatever shit provisioning they did to this machine and undoing all the damage...
The only tool I have is my phone...
Wish me luck devRant...16
Today was Mother's Day. Everybody was posting their photos with their mothers, so I had to stay away from social networks for today to not feel sad.
It's been almost a year without mine, really miss her.
I love her, and I never showed her how much. I've not been the best son a mother could have, I'm so sorry for that. She thought me how to be strong, she was the strongest, but I'm feeling so weak now without her.
Please never miss a chance to let your mother know how much you love her, give her a hug whenever you can, talk to her every time you need somebody to talk to, listen to her stories from when she was your age. She's the most precious person you'll ever have in your life. I realized that when it was too late, don't make my mistake.
I miss you mum ❤9
2AM and a birthday party of my BELOVED mother that I have to attend tomorrow in the middle of bumfuck. And I'm not sleeping, oh no.. because "family obligations" require me to get her a present on 2 days notice. I'm making her something very simple, some LED's displaying her new age, powered by a lithium cell and some charge-boost-protection controller. So I need to make a mesh to place the LED's to make those characters.
Measuring the size of the project box, cut it out.. started drawing the numbers on it. Not satisfied and ain't nobody got time for that. Guess I'll just print something out. Drew a little image with some text on my tablet, sent it to the printer. Black apparently doesn't want to print anymore even though it's still fucking full.
HP YOU CERTIFIED MOTHERFUCKERS!!! How fucking difficult can it be to make a printer and make it into something that doesn't shit on me every fucking time I want to use it?! Why do I have to deal with your shit, on top of my mother's?! WHY?!!!!
Fuck me. Happy birthday to my mother, and silently I wish that it's her last one. The bitch wouldn't - no she didn't - piss on me even when I was on fire!! Where were you "dear family member" when I was homeless, huh?! WHERE WERE YOU, WHEN I STOOD ON TOP OF A BRIDGE, READY TO END MY LIFE AND BEGGED TO YOU TO ALLOW ME TO STAY IN YOUR HOME FOR THE NIGHT?! Mother my fucking ass. A blood bond that I wish I never had! And that I have to work for now, because you fucking bitch can't even possibly think as far into the future as to invite your peers for a birthday party.. I dunno, maybe a week in advance, like a sensible human being would? At least she's improving, my little sister's and brother's birthdays she just invited me for the day before. And I also had to get a present ready for, in the middle of the fucking night. Fucking hell!!!14
Alright time for the second part of how I encountered a failed Dev that became teacher, first part here: https://devrant.com/rants/1303263/... hopefully no bomb calls to disturb me this time.
So after being sent out off the class by Mr Bob I went home and decided to search around a bit and see if I could found the company he owned before becoming a teacher. Which didn't take long at all because was this guy had it all, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn you name it, all public profiles as well. A literal gold mine of information from his mother's maidens name to when he last wet the bed.
Anyway quickly found his company that he found with 2 friends, and found that it went bankrupt after about 2 years (remember, this guy told me i'd stand no chance as a businessman because I ask money for additional work). Boy was I looking forward to his class again.
Fast forward a couple of day he's teaching my.class again.
Me:"teach can you tell me a bit more about your company?"
Him:"Oh so you're finally to learn about how it's really done?"
<Fuck him he's going down in front of class now>
Me:"Yeah sure, please enlighten me about how you managed to go bankrupt in just over 2 years time. I really want to know what not to do"
<Apparantly he didn't expect me to find his company name, and looked quite shocked I did>
Him:"That is private information , how did you get that?"
Me:"social media is a beautiful thing sometimes, but are you gonna talk to class (multiple students were listening in by now as I wasn't exactly talking quiet) about how you were wrong earlier saying freelancers shouldn't ask additional money when's. Client wants to widen scope, or would you rather teach them how to fail a company like you did?"
Him:"Why the company didn't work out is none of your business and I don't tolerate your disrespectful speech anymore"
He then took me to the head teacher of Dev classes, looking to expel me. Unfortunately for him the head teach used to own his own Dev company aswel, and took my side saying he was actually the one out of line, and that he can't expel students to begin with because he's only just starting out at the school.
Rest of the classes he had to teach me.we pretty much just ignored each other, and he set all his social pages to private viewing only.
If you're still in school don't follow advice of teachers blindly guys, especially the young ones. do your research and don't be afraid to contradict them.4
BLOODY FUCK TURD BORN FROM THE BACTERIA OF YOUR MOTHER'S POOP, BRAINLESS WHORE
. JUST ONE SECOND OF YOUR NON EXISTENCE WILL CHANGE THE WORLD FOR ME.
Well this is what I would say to my brain deficient friends who think I don't have a life and sit at the computer all day playing GAMES and that I should get away from my computer and learn to PLAY with them in real life
BITCHES DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW IT IS TO WORK YOURSELF A LIVING, ALL THEY KNOW IS THROW MONEY AND GET THEIR DICKS SUCKED OFF. FUUUUUCCK!! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE GAMES PART. ALL THESE PUNY FUCKS CAN DO IS TO POST POUT FACES FILLED WITH DOG FAECES AND CRY ABOUT THEIR LOST LIKES.5
For the love of the almighty, merciful God, fuck IBM until their company is brought down in ruins! May the earth they worked at be salted, and may they be struck from all records! May the families who speak of sons or daughters who work there be stripped of their status in life, begging in the streets!
May nobody be allowed to list them on resumes! May nobody be allowed to work for them! May they be a blight, hidden like the dirtiest porn magazines!
May mother's weep when children apply to them! May father's disown!
May managers avoid them! May they be scoffed at like the fools of old!
Oh how the mighty have fallen! The scholars brought low! May they repent before the day of judgement! May the change their ways! May they weep with sackcloth before the world, begging to be spared!
Fuck them! If you can't tell, I am pissed off!3
That day when I destroyed the hard drive of my mother's PC when I was 12 years old. (The drive wasn't properly screwed in the case, and so after a few repositions of the case, it would one day start up sounding like a jet engine and after that scary sound: silence.
My mother took it relatively well, mostly because she saw how I was beating myself up over it. I was so mad at myself as I knew better! I knew how to create a backup strategy, I'm theory. I never really put in into practice though.
She had no backups of course. No way of regaining her data.
Now she does. And now she regularly calls me to initialize a backup of her current data on her external drive. (And every few months I sync her data over to my place on a data storage just in case she loses both her PC and external drive in a fire.)
For fuck sake I hate this day already and its only 10am. I had to go to an exam. I live 200km away from my uni (only have a few classes, so collage is not worth it). I woke up at 4.30 to arrive in time. My car was wrecked 2 weeks ago so I've asked for my mother's car and guess what?... That fucker died on the road. Had to call my dad at 5.50 AM.
I've managed to arrive 7.58 at the classroom, and that retarded dimwit dared to tell me that next time I should hurry (exam started at 8), because they'd already started.
During the exam while I was literally sweating blood that same asshole comes to me that his pocket device detected data traffic coming from where I sit and whether I have a device switched on. It was me though, a devRant notification to be precise. Luckily he just asked me to switch it of, but that 2 minutes of fuckery could cost my pass grade.
Now I am heading back for the broken car to be towed back home. What a wonder-fucking-ful day I have today. And it is still a question, whether I will be able to go to work tomorrow or not.