I’m taking Friday and Monday off from work while Dawn’s in town. The thinly-veiled pretext is that we’re celebrating my birthday the weekend before, but really we just want to get together, ‘cause we haven’t seen each other since mid-January.
I’ll try to post while she’s here, ‘cause I want to keep my ratios up (see percentages in the left column), but it may not be anything particularly in-depth or pithy. You’ve been warned.
Here’s hoping work can survive without me for a couple of days, eh?
Riding to work this morning, I noticed (through the vibrant strains of anime and j-pop music coming from my wonderful Neuros) that the bus I was on had a bit of trouble with the back door, the one most riders use to exit the vehicle. The driver tried toggling the switch a few times to no avail, so the passengers ended up leaving via the front door instead. What raised my eyebrows was what the driver did to solve the problem.
He rebooted the bus.
I kid you not. He turned off the engine, waited a minute, then started the bus back up again. At the next stop, the rear door worked perfectly.
I wonder if he owns a home computer.
I’m so shameless, I’m going to remind you all again that my birthday’s coming up, and that I like presents. If you’re short on ideas, I refer you to my wishlist.
Mind you, I’d also be happy with promises of good company, good food, movie-watching or some combination thereof. I may be greedy, but I’m fairly easygoing…
I packed up and came home today. I’m looking forward to sleeping in my own bed and showering in my own bathroom once again.
The weekend, it is a fun-filled one. More later, as time permits.
(Quick, name that musical artist! I’d forgotten how fun and useful song lyrics could be…)
I’m taking it from both sides today, my work and personal life getting rained on in general. On the work front, I’ve been diligently and steadily migrating users from the old email server to the new. So far so good, yes? Well, not today. One user has become… stuck. I can’t move him back, I can’t make his move go forward. Finally I gave up and punted to my opposite number at Corporate… who’s out sick today, but I reached him on his cellphone anyway. (Hi, this constitutes an emergency.)
After chatting with him about the problem for a few minutes, he drops this bombshell on me: Apparently the server in Buffalo is down, undergoing a procedure (about which I’m not at liberty to go into detail) that will likely go on through the weekend, and get this! It’s probably affecting my ability to move users! Well, hellfire and damnation. Here I was, planning to come in over the weekend so I could, you know, get some damned users moved over. The weekend is a perfect time to do something like that, wouldn’t you agree?
So. I can’t move users until Monday. My old server, as noted below, hasn’t reclaimed one iota of disk space. And there’s jack diddly I can do about any of this until after the weekend? Great. Just dandy.
But that’s not all! Oh no, not at all.
The judge kicked back the divorce paperwork. Why? Because apparently I’m paying a couple hundred bucks too much a month in child support. So, let me get this right: We have a mutually-agreed-upon amount. It’s an amount I’ve already been paying for about a year now. It meets whatever minimum requirement the numbercrunchers say ought to be paid. All of this adds up to, “you can’t go through with the divorce until we get to the bottom of this”? ARGH.
Now we have to come up with a legal document detailing the justification for this “anomaly,” and by the way, the $330 divorce fee must be paid before the judge will do anything else with this case. That’s just spiffy, thanks a whole heaping lot.
Hey, I’ve got a great idea. How about a pleasant surprise, today? Just one will do, though it might take a couple to bring me back to anything resembling a good mood…
Thirteen years to the day after we said “I do,” Wendi and I officially submitted the documents that say, in effect, “On second thought…”
By way of celebration (of sorts) we took the kids out to Olive Garden for a nice family dinner. All in all, it was a good and fitting end to a quietly momentous day.
Oh, how things change.
