Monday was not kind.
I’ve decided a quick recap with minimum commentary would be best. Come along, won’t you? (all times Central):
Report to work at 1:00 a.m. (after napping for about two hours) for planned cut-over to new servers for one of our products.
All’s well on the workfront. Leave at 4:30 a.m. to go home and grab shut-eye.
Wake at 6:30 a.m. to do a routine maintenance task via VPN.
Report to work at 8:00 a.m. and bang my head against an Excel spreadsheet that I had to convert from a PDF and it is very, very ugly. Clock out at 1:30 p.m.
Go home, scarf down a sandwich and see Ben and Shannon for a few minutes. Hit the sack at about 2:45 and awake at 6 p.m. to get up and see Ben and Shannon and scarf some leftover red beans and rice.
Report to work at 7:15 p.m. for scheduled RAM and CPU upgrade of production server. This customer is on west coast, so timing is not fun when they need something done after hours.
RAM upgrade and customer’s subsequent performance tests go swimmingly. 7:45 p.m.
CPU upgrade drowns me and leaves me waterlogged. Server won’t boot. After looking at log file I sent, support scratches head and at 10:30 p.m. dispatches local rep to be here “within four hours.”
11:32 p.m. Monday night. Still sitting here waiting for support to show. Going to head out and grab food, then try to work on the next installment for “Apartment Life Returns” before he gets here. I say “he” because I know the local rep. At least he keeps things interesting by talking to me in a fake Scottish accent. Kind of like getting support from Fat Bastard from Austin Powers.
“You’re a kyoot luttle cahmpewter. Nah get in mah belleh.”
12:15 a.m. Tuesday. Support calls and asks if I need someone tonight. I tell them that support told me within four hours (which is the service contract guarantee). “We’ll keep trying to find somebody local to take care of it,” he says.
12:45 a.m. UPS Sonic Air shows up with the part.
As I sip a Diet Dr. Pepper (strictly to help stay awake and alert) and make some progress on my story, the local support guy calls at 1:49 a.m. He’s on his way.
It isn’t Fat Bastard.
I notice that my page-a-day calendar, “Uncle John’s Unstoppable Bathroom Reader,” still shows Friday. I chuckle at a few and decide to include them here.
hexagon – how a mathemetician removes a curse
flatulence – an emergency vehicle that transports the victims of steamroller acccidents
eyedropper – a clumsy optometrist
Not Fat Bastard (NFB) arrives at 2:50 and we work together on the system. Turns out it wasn’t an ineptitude on my part (unless he’s equally inept) and the CPU upgrade can’t happen. We return the system to normal, and we’re both off to get some sleep (but not together).
Wife calls at 4:10 a.m. to find out if I’m okay, after rolling over and realizing I’m not there. I explain that I am and that I’m on my way home. Alas, although progress was made, “Apartment Life Returns” will not return until Wednesday.