The customer from Dublin continues to be the bane of my life. Two examples of the sort of thing that I have stressing me out:
Network goes down shortly after plugging a Win2003 server into the system as a workstation. Due to paranoia, I think "Oh fuck, what the hell is it doing that could cause that". If it were any other time and any other customer, I would have thought "Eircom are mucking about downstairs by the PABX, and they're useless fuckers. I bet they knocked out the power to the switch" - in other words, the truth. But no, paranoia disables my logic.
Today: "I'm not getting any emails and $ANGRYBOSS isn't getting any external mail." After talking the ear off the support people, and performing various experiments, it appears that there's another computer somewhere snagging the mails before they hit Outlook. I remote-desktop to the machine. Turns out everything is in the junk filter, which is set to "Junk everything not in the white list. Ya know, the empty white list". So why is $ANGRYBOSS not getting external mails? Because nobody sent him any.
Right, enough work crap. MGM and I are still together. I met her entire family at the afters of her sister's wedding on Saturday. MGM had told them all that I have pink hair. This is a bone of contention. My hair does fade to pink, but when reasonably freshly dyed, it is red. A fact which she vehemently denies. Based on the description, but never having met me, MGM's dad decided to give me a nickname of Pink Floyd. When I met him, he decided he needed a new nickname for me as my hair was clearly red. Result.
We've booked tickets to go to a gig in London on November 1st. Don't think there'll be any HuSi meets involved this time around.
Last night I knocked off work early (8pm), and she knocked off study early as the boss has given her the rest of the week to study for repeats. I rang her to see if she wanted to grab a few pints. Turns out she was meeting an ex for a few pints. If she's meeting the ex at 9pm, what time do I show up at? She suggested 9:30. I was thinking more like 10. Then I dozed off. Ended up down there at about 10:30 after getting a text from her which woke me. I think I managed the nonchalant boyfriend look quite well with that.
Oh, yes, smoking. Didn't stop when I planned to stop. Customer from hell was driving me spare. Had to go to Dublin to do some final stuff in the Dublin office 2 weekends ago. MGM came with. Went drinking with the brother. Between work, and pints, and general stress, and a lack of witnesses, I decided fuck it. Gave up on the bank holiday Monday. 8 days now. Sat in a beer garden last night for a few hours, with two smokers, and didn't even consider it. Go me.
Ok, back to kernel panics.
Network goes down shortly after plugging a Win2003 server into the system as a workstation. Due to paranoia, I think "Oh fuck, what the hell is it doing that could cause that". If it were any other time and any other customer, I would have thought "Eircom are mucking about downstairs by the PABX, and they're useless fuckers. I bet they knocked out the power to the switch" - in other words, the truth. But no, paranoia disables my logic.
Today: "I'm not getting any emails and $ANGRYBOSS isn't getting any external mail." After talking the ear off the support people, and performing various experiments, it appears that there's another computer somewhere snagging the mails before they hit Outlook. I remote-desktop to the machine. Turns out everything is in the junk filter, which is set to "Junk everything not in the white list. Ya know, the empty white list". So why is $ANGRYBOSS not getting external mails? Because nobody sent him any.
Right, enough work crap. MGM and I are still together. I met her entire family at the afters of her sister's wedding on Saturday. MGM had told them all that I have pink hair. This is a bone of contention. My hair does fade to pink, but when reasonably freshly dyed, it is red. A fact which she vehemently denies. Based on the description, but never having met me, MGM's dad decided to give me a nickname of Pink Floyd. When I met him, he decided he needed a new nickname for me as my hair was clearly red. Result.
We've booked tickets to go to a gig in London on November 1st. Don't think there'll be any HuSi meets involved this time around.
Last night I knocked off work early (8pm), and she knocked off study early as the boss has given her the rest of the week to study for repeats. I rang her to see if she wanted to grab a few pints. Turns out she was meeting an ex for a few pints. If she's meeting the ex at 9pm, what time do I show up at? She suggested 9:30. I was thinking more like 10. Then I dozed off. Ended up down there at about 10:30 after getting a text from her which woke me. I think I managed the nonchalant boyfriend look quite well with that.
Oh, yes, smoking. Didn't stop when I planned to stop. Customer from hell was driving me spare. Had to go to Dublin to do some final stuff in the Dublin office 2 weekends ago. MGM came with. Went drinking with the brother. Between work, and pints, and general stress, and a lack of witnesses, I decided fuck it. Gave up on the bank holiday Monday. 8 days now. Sat in a beer garden last night for a few hours, with two smokers, and didn't even consider it. Go me.
Ok, back to kernel panics.
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