(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…