• Tonight’s the night, baby.

    If all goes well, this website (among a few others as well) will vanish from the Internet for a short while, shortly after midnight.

    If all goes well, the UPS will become fully operational with its new logic board and a whole truckload of batteries. (I’ve seen the truck.)

    If all goes well, I’ll probably be home around 3am. I hope nobody minds if I come in a wee bit late tomorrow… (Too bad I can’t take the whole day. Bah.)

    UPDATE, 9:30am the next day: We had a false start, but other than that things went pretty well. Nothing seems to be the worse for wear, probably due to our actually getting to shut things down cleanly. Huzzah. Let’s now pray that the UPS doesn’t bother us for at least another year…

  • How about my keychain?

    I plead unease of the intestinal tract and equilibrium. See, I fought mild-to-worrisome nausea levels all day yesterday. (Bless my friends for putting up with my whiney-butt self all day. Bah.)

    The kids arrived home from Arizona yesterday evening. As Wendi had a gig, I became the designated (quicker?) picker upper. I was dropped off at the airport, still concentrating on keeping my insides in, and made my way to the ticket counter to get my “parents pass” (for lack of a better phrase).

    See, there are only three types of people allowed through the security checkpoint: Employees of the airport or an airline, ticketed passengers, and parents seeing off their children or picking them up. And that’s only one parent, not both, as we learned when we sent the kids off a month ago. So I got my pass and proceeded to the checkpoint.

    The contents of my pockets: Loose change, keys, more keys, wallet, and… oops. My Leatherman Micra.

    See, because I wasn’t actually flying anywhere, I didn’t give a second thought to the contents of my pockets. (Not that day, anyway. I’d thought about it the day before. Just not enough to actually take the Micra out of my pocket. Duh.) Had I been traveling I’d have been extra-careful about what I tried to get through the checkpoint. Really.

    So the very polite, if not terribly friendly, TSA folks confiscated my Micra and provided a mini-lecture. Thanks, guys.

    I did, mind you, get it back after the kids had arrived. But there are two amusing parts to this story:

    1) Not one hundred feet from where my Micra sat in the TSA “office” drawer I saw an ad for… Leatherman. I couldn’t help but think, “Does this make sense? Advertising for sharp objects on an airport concourse, right near the security checkpoint?”

    2) The ever-so-watchful TSA folks who spotted and snagged my Micra totally failed to notice that my “keychain” consists of an old, small pocketknife…

  • Quoth the Cat…

    I’m going to quote one of the few Garfield comic strips I can still remember:

    Labor Day, shmabor day,
    what a dumb day
    to hire some jerk
    then send him away
    to celebrate work
    by playing all day

    Playing all day? Sounds good. Especially since the 48 hours immediately after I arrive back at work are going to be very un-fun… Le sigh.

    Have a good weekend, all.

  • Note To Self #3,591,831

    Under no circumstances whatsoever should I be drinking iced tea after 10pm on a work night. Possibly even 9pm.

    (Bleargh. Who needs sleep anyway?)

  • A correction:

    I’m at home tonight, not at work. I’m lounging around, chatting, reading books, and that sort of non-work stuff.

    Why? Because the parts for the UPS won’t be available until the end of the week. So we’re going to do the repairs next Tuesday night. Whee!

    G’nite, all.

  • The Electric Bugaboo

    And so, the timeline, as well as I can remember it. Bear with me, it’s been a long few days:

    4:30am Saturday — The UPS hiccups, throwing the entire Phase 1 part of the office building into disarray. This includes all of the engineering equipment that drives the radio stations, all of the Enco computers that provide audio material to the radio stations, and all of the fileservers, webservers and other servers under my purview. Including this one.

    6:00am Saturday — My phone, which has no volume setting for text messages, beeps at me quietly for the 90-somethingth time, having received a litany of alerts from one particular server (which among other duties serves as my watchdog monitor) that does reliably automatically recover from power failures. (As a general rule I don’t like “AC Power Loss Restart”. When the UPS does burp, it tends to go up and down repeatedly for a minute or so. We’ve lost server power supplies from being rapidly cycled that way.)

    7:30am Saturday — I arrive at the station and rush about setting things to rights.

    10:30am Saturday — I get home, try to unwind and maybe even get some more sleep than just the three hours I’d claimed so far. But no… the three hours was just enough so that my body didn’t really feel like sleeping during a bright noisy day. Argh.

    1:30pm Saturday — The UPS… well, you get the idea. Back to work I go. This time we decide to switch over to straight PGE electricity, bypassing the, er, device. Just in case, you know. Since two failures within a day isn’t the sort of thing that inspires confidence in a piece of equipment.

    5:00pm Saturday — Out to dinner. Yay, Chang’s.

    10:00pm Saturday — Back at work, this time being the only work visit that was actually planned in advance. See, the workmen were scheduled to fix the U-something-something that night. Previous posting’s events take place. (Argh.)

    12:30am Sunday — Service techs report that they need additional parts to heal our ailing heap of batteries, and could they come back Tuesday night? “Sure,” we say, because the longer we stay on PGE power the greater the chance that Something Bad will happen.

    1:30am Sunday — Sleep, blessed sleep, before a very nice day spent not doing work stuff.

    1:30am Monday — The aforementioned Something Bad happens. PGE dropped the ball, and the building was without power for a bit. Oddly enough, the UPS for the other side of the building did its job perfectly. Go figure.

    3:00am Monday — My phone’s beeping? Again? Inconceivable!

    4:00am Monday — Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go…

    And here it is, 9am. I’m not sure when I’m going to get home. I’m probably going to have to work tomorrow. And tomorrow night until close to morning, when the service techs claim they can finally fully fix our fragging fritzed facility. And Wednesday daytime, because the boss is on vacation and there’s no way both he and I can be gone the same day.

    But hey… I had a very nice day yesterday. That’s gotta count for something.

    Are we having fun, yet?