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An update long in coming.
Aug. 24th, 2011 10:58Day Job
Well, the Big Server Move of 2011 appears to finally be done, at least from my perspective. There are still some data issues that need to be addressed but those aren't mine. DataGuy has his work cut out for him in the MS SQL transition from 2005 to 2008. Better him than me. That transition was the hardest we've ever had because we moved all the sites and data at once and immediately cancelled our previous contract, leaving us with no fallback position in case something went wrong, which of course it did. DataGuy went on vacation that week, leaving me the sole responsible party, cleaning up a mess created from a decision I never would have supported had I been consulted, which I wasn't.
I came close to quitting my job that week. If we didn't have the debt load we do, I would have. In any case, as I've already said, the company has the remainder of 2011 to improve my life, then I start shopping my resumé.
Home
Unable to stand it anymore, I mowed the front lawn on Monday. The back was already done, a tough job because of the India crabgrass, which doesn't mulch or get blown back into the bag, but binds in the mower blade and kills the engine about every fifty feet.
The front wasn't so bad, but I got it in my head to clean the end of the driveway. Our driveway is about 150' long and slopes downward to the back yard, where the gate and turf beyond form a sort of dam. There collects all the dirt, gravel, sand, and shmutz runoff when it rains, and over the years it's created a rather thick bed for weeds. I mowed them all down, then grabbed the shovel, intent upon chucking all that over the gate to the back yard where it all belongs anyway.
That was a mistake: the heat got me. I felt drunk most of yesterday, but not the pleasant, buzzy sort of drunk I can reach and maintain for hours at a party, but the one-toke-over-the-line-Sweet-Jesus kind of drunk, where every swallow of any food or drink makes me nauseous and I feel vaguely stupid...or stupidly vague, either works. I hate to cancel performances - and had only done so twice before - but I had to cancel a gig at Spin! Pizza. The thought of standing and singing for two hours in 105º of heat index made me light-headed and, frankly, a little panicky.
Upon examination, I think the problem might be better addressed by opening the gate and merely pushing the shmutz to the back yard with a snow or coal shovel, instead of lifting and throwing it over. Yeah, that ought to work. I could even do it with the garden hose, maybe even give that job to the kids to do. I like that even better.
Well, the Big Server Move of 2011 appears to finally be done, at least from my perspective. There are still some data issues that need to be addressed but those aren't mine. DataGuy has his work cut out for him in the MS SQL transition from 2005 to 2008. Better him than me. That transition was the hardest we've ever had because we moved all the sites and data at once and immediately cancelled our previous contract, leaving us with no fallback position in case something went wrong, which of course it did. DataGuy went on vacation that week, leaving me the sole responsible party, cleaning up a mess created from a decision I never would have supported had I been consulted, which I wasn't.
I came close to quitting my job that week. If we didn't have the debt load we do, I would have. In any case, as I've already said, the company has the remainder of 2011 to improve my life, then I start shopping my resumé.
Home
Unable to stand it anymore, I mowed the front lawn on Monday. The back was already done, a tough job because of the India crabgrass, which doesn't mulch or get blown back into the bag, but binds in the mower blade and kills the engine about every fifty feet. The front wasn't so bad, but I got it in my head to clean the end of the driveway. Our driveway is about 150' long and slopes downward to the back yard, where the gate and turf beyond form a sort of dam. There collects all the dirt, gravel, sand, and shmutz runoff when it rains, and over the years it's created a rather thick bed for weeds. I mowed them all down, then grabbed the shovel, intent upon chucking all that over the gate to the back yard where it all belongs anyway.
That was a mistake: the heat got me. I felt drunk most of yesterday, but not the pleasant, buzzy sort of drunk I can reach and maintain for hours at a party, but the one-toke-over-the-line-Sweet-Jesus kind of drunk, where every swallow of any food or drink makes me nauseous and I feel vaguely stupid...or stupidly vague, either works. I hate to cancel performances - and had only done so twice before - but I had to cancel a gig at Spin! Pizza. The thought of standing and singing for two hours in 105º of heat index made me light-headed and, frankly, a little panicky.
Upon examination, I think the problem might be better addressed by opening the gate and merely pushing the shmutz to the back yard with a snow or coal shovel, instead of lifting and throwing it over. Yeah, that ought to work. I could even do it with the garden hose, maybe even give that job to the kids to do. I like that even better.