Month: January 2005

  • Cat Hair Congestion

    So the roomies and I played some Age of Mythology last night, and as I usually do when we’re doing computer gaming I left my bedroom door open.

    This is significant because normally it’s kept closed so as to prevent the household felines from making me sneeze. However, I’m also loath to just hole up behind a closed door when engaged in fun multiplayer computer gaming with other people in the house. I’m a hermit by nature, sure, but I’m not that rude.

    Problem is, apparently both cats decided to make themselves comfy on my bed last night, leading to a long night of me wheezing and sniffling. (The only allergy meds I have are “non-drowsy,” which is not what you want to be taking at 1am when you can’t sleep and have work in the morning.) I resolved to wash my bedding after I got home from work so as to take care of the pet dander problem.

    So imagine my chagrin when I arrived home just now to discover that, no, I hadn’t firmly latched my bedroom door when I left for work this morning. Yep, kitties sleeping in my laundry basket. (Go ahead and make fun of me for not having put away all my clean clothes. You know you want to.) Now I get to wash not only my bedding but also my clothes, again, if I want to get through tomorrow with any lung capacity whatsoever…

    I love being me. Don’t you wish you were me? You should, you know. It’s a blast.

  • A sure sign they’re not targeting their audience very well.

    The first line of a spam email I received this afternoon:

    “Bored with your wife, girlfriend or husband?”

    And my immediate thought was, “Yes, all three, how did you know?”

    Stupid spammers…

  • Some new experiences aren’t really necessary.

    First there was the “msgina.dll” error, but I didn’t see that. No, what really made my jaw drop was this one:

    “The file or directory C: is invalid.”

    That’s never a good sign, is it?

    Yeah, I spent almost all day rebuilding one of the transmitter remote-control computers. Turns out the motherboard was fritzed, though it gave errors that led me to believe it was a partition or drive failure at first. Ah well. It could’ve been worse, I suppose.

    Still, I’m glad it’s the weekend. Very, very glad.

  • It’s a new Washuu. Again.

    So after seeing “DriveReady SeekComplete” errors in the logs for the server known to most as “The Lab” for a few weeks now, I decided not to wait for catastrophe but go for a full reinstall on a fresh set of drives.

    Okay, one fresh drive, one slightly less than fresh drive. But you get the idea.

    Oddly enough, it only took about five hours, and that’s including backing up and restoring some 7 gigabytes of data. I still have some quirks to figure out, but generally speaking it’s working as advertised. (Once again, I’m quite thrilled with the Debian Installer, by the by.)

    Wow. I actually fixed something before it broke. Who knew?

  • Random Thought Of The Day #185,367,304

    Some days, all you can really ask for is not to have any serious drama. Luckily, this was just such a day.

    Not that things have necessarily improved on the work front, or for that matter the interpersonal front, but at least it wasn’t a high-drama day like yesterday. I’d like for this to be the start of a trend, but then again I’m not that much of an optimist…

  • At wit’s end.

    Here’s the body of an email I just sent, from home, to my bevy of bosses:

    I’m at my wit’s and temper’s end.

    I fully appreciate that everyone works hard and has a lot on their plate. I understand that not everyone should have to become a computer guru in addition to their normal job skills. I believe, in fact, that I work with some of the smartest, hardest-working people in radio.

    However, I can’t function if I’m given two directly opposing mandates and absolutely no support. I can’t make all of this “magic computer stuff” run if I have no assistance, no backing, no budget and no buy-in from management. Nobody’s being paid to care about what I do except when things go horribly wrong, for certain, but there should be some sort of middle ground between complete indifference and complete involvement. (By the way: In case you’re wondering, things are currently going horribly wrong. Apparently I spoke too soon on Thursday about being out of crisis mode.) I’ve become utterly, completely tired of being hated for trying to do my job.

    How many times have I sent out all-staff emails telling people not to keep attachments in their email? How many times have I asked people to clean up their mailboxes? How many times have I insisted that email is not a storage medium? How often have I asked in Department Head meetings for ideas and feedback from managers on how we can handle the problems of email and file storage better? And that last is what really galls me. If nobody likes what I’m doing, how about working with me on ways to make things better for everyone? Heavens no. Apparently it’s much easier to just complain about me behind my back and over my head. Sure, that’ll help.

    Of course all of this stuff is time-consuming. That’s why everybody wants someone else to do it. Problem is, “someone else” is me. For 200 people. And when I actually DO take care of things, I get in trouble because I got rid of something they absolutely needed.

    The real problem is that everyone believes that this “computer stuff” is all taken care of by magic, and that I can just magically add more space, more power, more pretty monitors, more internet speed, more what-have-you, and that they should never ever have to actually do anything themselves. My time, my budget, and the realities of computer technology say otherwise… but nobody really cares about that.

    Now I have a mandate from Corporate that says Thou Shalt Not Run Automated Purges Of Email. So I attempted to implement automatic archiving instead. But the problem is that archiving isn’t putting the slightest dent in our used storage. Why? Well, I have to get (slightly) technical for a moment to answer that question.

    Think of a single emailed spot. It’s probably one megabyte in size. Now think of a single regular email with no attachment. It’s probably one one-hundredth the size of that spot. So if I archive off, say, 1000 regular old emails but we receive 10 spots… what have I accomplished? Nada. Nothing. Zip.

    And that’s to say nothing of what happens when someone emails a Powerpoint presentation to their job-share partner.

    I’m completely out of ideas. And in a few days, our email server will be completely out of space. I’m not allowed to do a damned thing about that, however, so I’m just going to try to do the rest of my job and wait for the inevitable. That is, unless someone comes up with a way to change the work habits and attitudes of everyone in the building.

    I’ll see you all tomorrow. Have a profitable afternoon.