Mirapoint.

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From: sabrina downard
Subject: Mirapoint.
Date: 04:40 on 04 Feb 2005
Mirapoint.

Oh, Mirapoint.

I've been cut over to you for beta testing for about an hour now (well,
when I started writing this Hate, it was) and-- well.  Let's just say
I'm not enjoying myself.  I'm sure you do well enough for most people,
but I actually, you know, sort of know what I'm doing?  So, clearly,
I'm just fucked.

I had a really good time, attempting to replicate my masses of procmail recipes 
into your little filters so that my inbox isn't a firey pile of burning 
wreckage with spam complaints and lists and hates and my actual spam and 
support email and everything else strewn hither and thither. Editing several 
dozen filters via a webmail interface -- oh, boy!  Yeah, THAT was fun.  The 
sort of fun that makes me stare longingly at the office fridge, because I 
*know* there are two bottles of cold, refreshing, delicious vodka in that 
freezer.  And there's a coffee mug right next to my hand.

And exactly how fucking hard is it to put in an option to filter on an 
arbitrary header?  I don't even want to hear "oh, you can open an RFE for new 
features."  What the fuck is that shit?  I refuse to believe that after, like, 
four or five years or whatever of product development on a fucking mail server 
appliance, I am the first person who ever wanted to filter on a header that 
wasn't To/Cc, From, Subject, Return-Path, or the message body.

I especially love how, since it's a black box instead of a proper computer -- 
and this may well be the only time you hear me screaming, wanting *another* 
computer -- i have to give up the perl scripts that I'd written to further 
simplify some of my mail (I LOVE being on the AOL spam complaint
address for our site!).  No computer, no perl, no inline editing (and
possibly auto-deleting) of email!  ARRRGH!

The black box will make my life easier!  It is, after all, as the trainer told 
us, the Perfect Messaging Solution!  The appliance model means I never have to 
worry again!  APPARENTLY BECAUSE I WON'T BE ABLE TO READ MY FUCKING EMAIL!

I am so, so full of hate that I'm not sure I can rant any more without my head 
exploding.  But let's not let that stop me; if my head explodes, at least I'll 
be free.

There was a walk-in trouble call I handled -- "handled" -- yesterday afternoon, 
wherein our chief network engineer, also on the new system, marked a bunch of 
messages in his IMAP mailbox read and had Thunderbird freeze up on him for 
twenty minutes, and I couldn't help him one *bit* because I'm not *able* to 
look under the hood!  Point and drool, baby. Give me a fucking banana.  Maybe 
his client is confused; maybe either the server or the client dropped the 
connection; maybe the server actually is taking 20 minutes to mark 20 messages 
read; I'll never know! This is the brave new world that I have to look forward 
to!  Fuck functionality; that was just embarassing.  "No, I'm sorry, I actually 
*can't* tell my ass from a hole in the wall.  Wait ten minutes, and if that 
doesn't work, try killing and restarting your client, maybe it'll magically 
work then. Ook, ook!"  Yeah.  I enjoyed that.  A lot.

Or then there was the other network engineer who approached me this morning 
asking if there was anything special he had to do to get his procmail recipes 
working on the new system.  I smiled, but I think he caught on to the creeping 
edge of hysteria in my voice after I began describing the webmail-gui filter 
process, because he left pretty quickly.

Upper-level management walked past me in the hall about an hour ago
and asked me how I liked my new toy.

I, my friends, possess more control than a thousand dominatrices spend
a lifetime dreaming of.

Hate.

Oh, the hate.

--sabrina

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