Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Work Was Murder
Today the ultimate clusterfuck of all time happened. The day before the brand new production server arrives from Dell, the current production server, which was cobbled together by some "IT Specialist" who no longer works at my company, died an awful dead. We have everything on that RAID 5 array. Source Code. Old Applications. Database logs. Database Data.
I'm so glad I'm not the admin. I'm behind on my project, and I was one of the few who was able to keep working on my project. So I didn't have to spearhead that scary project. I've never ressurrected a RAID array that died. I gave advice and helped with some of the minor tasks, but mostly I got to be the calm, warm, center that plodded along, putting triggers in his test database server.
Still, I'm exhausted today. Traffic coming home was bumper to bumper because of an accident that happened half an hour before I even left work. Also, Julie and I stayed out late. We went to Kasey's. On Mondays, they have a midget who gives out shots to everyone at the bar. If you want to buy everyone in the bar a shot, you just pay $10. Then the midget structs around the bar, with a bottle of some kind of magical, fruity concoction, and he pours it straight into your mouth. It was awesome. They ring a bell when he starts coming around. Julie and I got there right before it started to fill up, so we had great seats the whole night.
It was a good time. Then we came back to my place and watched family guy.
And my head is pounding, but its my own fault. 20 hours of work on 8 hours of sleep, fast food lunches, constant snacking, and 3 (or more) cigarettes a day. I'm on the champ diet. I'm going to live like a prizefighter until my body is a ruined as a prize fighter's mind.
Or maybe I'll get lucky and break the cycle. I dunno. We'll see. The magic 8 ball said ask again later.
I'm so glad I'm not the admin. I'm behind on my project, and I was one of the few who was able to keep working on my project. So I didn't have to spearhead that scary project. I've never ressurrected a RAID array that died. I gave advice and helped with some of the minor tasks, but mostly I got to be the calm, warm, center that plodded along, putting triggers in his test database server.
Still, I'm exhausted today. Traffic coming home was bumper to bumper because of an accident that happened half an hour before I even left work. Also, Julie and I stayed out late. We went to Kasey's. On Mondays, they have a midget who gives out shots to everyone at the bar. If you want to buy everyone in the bar a shot, you just pay $10. Then the midget structs around the bar, with a bottle of some kind of magical, fruity concoction, and he pours it straight into your mouth. It was awesome. They ring a bell when he starts coming around. Julie and I got there right before it started to fill up, so we had great seats the whole night.
It was a good time. Then we came back to my place and watched family guy.
And my head is pounding, but its my own fault. 20 hours of work on 8 hours of sleep, fast food lunches, constant snacking, and 3 (or more) cigarettes a day. I'm on the champ diet. I'm going to live like a prizefighter until my body is a ruined as a prize fighter's mind.
Or maybe I'll get lucky and break the cycle. I dunno. We'll see. The magic 8 ball said ask again later.
