Day: September 8, 2003

  • All day, and all of the night…

    Here’s an example of the kind of day (and by “day” I mean “consecutive number of hours that may or may not number less than twenty-four”) I can have at work. And by “example” I mean “accounting of the last twenty-some-odd hours and the multitude of hours yet to come.”

    8:00am Sunday: Arrive, greet consultant, turn him loose on project.

    5:30pm Sunday: Leave consultant to own devices so as to procure foodstuffs and a few hours’ rest (and by “rest” I mean “hang out with friends, watch a movie, eat some din-din” but not “get some sleep”).

    11:30pm Sunday: Return to office, send consultant home so he can get a few hours’ rest (meaning “sleep” this time) while I babysit the troublesome AS/400 backup.

    3:00am Monday: Finish tape backup, go home to sleep.

    10:30am Monday: Arrive, greet consultant, get marching orders for the coming evening, set auditors up with network hub and some cables, discover hacking of Windows 2000 server, repair damage, patch, patch some more, reboot some more, and start tackling all of the other small emergencies that tend to crowd up a standard Monday.

    6:??pm Monday: Begin yet another tape backup of the AS/400, now expected to take four hours per session instead of the two hours forty minutes that it used to take.

    ?:??pm Monday: Go home, try to sleep enough to take on Tuesday…

  • But really, I can’t compete with this.

    As I write this, Mari should be already done with surgery. There’s nothing quite like remembering that one of your closest, dearest friends just went under the knife to put your whiney, sorry ass firmly in its place.

    So for a few minutes I’m going to ignore my pain, instead hoping that hers is extremely short-lived and that she’s back up and kicking butt in no time flat.

    Go forth and show the love, folks.

    UPDATE: Oh yeah:

    Intellectual Orgy