Amelia Pond! You're the little girl!
I'm Amelia, and you're late.
Saturday, February 19
We moved office today. If you've done this, you know what it's like. Brief period of chaos, then everything gets fixed and you settle down in your new quarters and things go on much as before.
Yeah. That's if you're (a) not the lead technical person in the company and (b) it's not a phone company.*
All in all, it actually went smoothly enough. One of the frame relay links isn't linking, half our outgoing lines didn't go out for a few hours, and half our direct numbers didn't get switched across at first. Fortunately, it was the half we don't use much, so we only realised this when we found that we couldn't receive faxes any more.
Oh, and of the three redundant internet links ordered for the new office, a total of zero were installed on time. That led to a certain amount of scrambling.
And my carefully assembled package of rack-mount nuts and bolts got misplaced, and when I unpacked at the new site I found I had a grand total of two of the little clip-in nut thingies, out of several dozen. I have an electrician coming to install some patch panels at the new office tomorrow, and he's going to have a hard time doing that unless I manage to scrounge some more nuts.
* Admittedly, it's a small phone company, but the principle is the same. When you're a phone company, you can't just close for a couple of days.
Friday, February 04
I needed a new pair of jeans. And I speak as a guy here, so when I say I needed a new pair of jeans, I mean that there were real live holes in the old pair, and in inconvenient places to boot.
So off I trek to the local jeans store (Jeans West, Centrepoint), track down the style I want (they rename the styles every six months just to keep the customers on their toes), and grab two pairs in my size because then you get $20 off.
Only as it happens they're marked down just now - to $29.95.
I bought six pairs.
Which probably means that I'm going to lose a leg sometime soon. Or rather, since that wouldn't actually prevent me wearing the jeans, I'll grow a third one.
What a fun week it's been, what with the tile coming off the roof and the ensuing two days of heavy rain - and don't try to tell me that's not cause and effect - and with the Munuserver getting whipsawed between the hackers who wanted to use it as a spam relay and the ones who just wanted to kill it completely, and me with a bill run to get out and our customer service system deciding to make a bid to become poster boy for the GIGO principle, and at the same time having to work out why someone three thousand kilometres away with no internet access doesn't seem to have Outlook Express installed on her notebook. I should have known it was going to be one of those weeks when I started it by falling down the stairs on Monday morning and winding up with third-degree bruises to 110% of my body.*
Oh, and I'm still trying to recover from the three disk failures I had two weeks back.
Let's not do this again real soon, okay?
* Yes, 110%. I have aches where I didn't know I even had places.
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