Teamwork

Well, that was a crazy work day.

One of our customers did something yesterday afternoon that they really should not have done. Had they asked me about it I would have warned them off. I wasn’t asked though and they did it and it blew up.

The messes fell like dominoes. The thing they ran caused this one thing to go bad, which in turn caused this other thing to go bad, which then caused a third thing to go bad.

First thing this morning I was asked if I know of a way to clean up the mess. I said no, it just needs to run its course. Half an hour later the problem turned into a teamwork adventure. I threw the question out to my whole staff. Any ideas? One guy says that this one thing includes this other thing that we could sort off of. I say that the issue is past the point in the process. Someone else asks if that one thing includes a link to this other thing that is the actual point where things are stuck? A third guy comes back with woah, there is a link. 

So loop through the second thing, get the linked data, link back to the first thing and check the sort item, if it is what we’re looking for, kill it off. Run that over the entire million and a half records and boom, problem solved.

Another guy figures out that there is a third thing that is feeding the first thing. We had been under the impression that the problem had moved beyond that point but it was still processing and making things worse. That third thing has a value we can sort off of as well. A second loop was written to kill off anything that is still feeding the problem. That loop had to be run first.

The only other problem came when the first loop finished and we had to start the second loop… everyone was at lunch. Shit. I had people pushing for progress and I had to stall a little so that the writer of the loop could come back from lunch and execute his code. I did some of his prep work and fortunately he came back before the customer started asking questions and everything went off without a hitch.

Teamwork, man. Three customer service programmers and one development engineer all working together to fix a problem that none of us even realized was possible. Fan-freakin’-tastic. All the while there was me, your humble narrator, getting on conference calls with the customer trying to keep them from freaking out. My job description doesn’t really include dealing with customers directly but it does happen now and then. Today was one of those rare days and I was the point person on most of these calls. I’m guessing that they could tell that the big red head introvert talking to them was not comfortable in the role, but I’m also guessing they could tell that I was getting a little excited at the prospect of my team doing something that had never been done before.

Of course, now that we know we can do it… here’s hoping we never have to do it again.

Three Days

I have worked in the office three times this week. I am supposed to average twice a week. Two weeks ago I only made it in once. This week I went three times to make up for it.

Three days……

Damn, that was a lot. Remember the old days when I worked five days in the office? How the hell did I do that? Three days… it feels like a lifetime.

One more work day left this week and I am going to work from home. Insert the sound of a really emphatic sigh of relief right here.

Change of subject. On Sunday I dropped seven rolls of film in the mail. On Wednesday (yesterday) I got the notification saying that they had arrived at the Darkroom Lab. It is now a quarter to nine on Thursday evening. No scanned images yet. Fingers crossed I don’t have to wait too long. I wanna see how shitty my shitty photos look. I’m ready.

I’m ready for the weekend. Are you ready? I’m ready.

Why Would Anyone Come Here?

The US is shit. Completely. Why would anyone from outside of the US chose to come here?

Then again, the Scottish soccer fans who came to Boston for the World Cup were an absolute delight. Boston’s fun level increased by at least 600%. Of course they left Boston and went to maga central, Miami where the police cracked down on the fun. You know, like fucking nazis do.

On top of that, there is the glorious Rush tour. Two Canadians (Geddy and Alex), one German (Anika), and… I don’t actually know where Loren Gold is from. He played with The Who, is he English? He played with Chicago, is he American? There’s this thing these days called “the internet” and I used it to look up his professional website and it says he’s American… so he doesn’t actually count for this discussion.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, a band with a bunch of non-Americans who have a crew who is probably also made up of a lot of non-Americans. They played four shows in the US and then two in Mexico. They left the country and then had to come back into the country for a show tonight in Texas… and the show has been postponed because of some issue at the border crossing.

What was it I said at the start of this post? The US is shit. Miami giving the Tartan Army shit? Texas border crossing giving Rush shit? We are so unworthy. The fuck?

Exhausted

I’m so tired I can’t Even…

I was in Boston at 2:00am this morning. Maybe I’ll tell that story someday.

I went to my nephew’s graduation party today. It was great. We may have set my step daughter up on a blind date. Probably not. Maybe I’ll tell that story someday.

Grad Party

I have three nephews and one niece. The oldest of the four of them graduated from high school this month. Tomorrow is his graduation party.

My stomach has been a right prick for the whole past week. I loop between mildly nauseous to uncomfortable hunger pain to stuffed. Yup. Also, I can’t sleep because my stomach keeps waking me up. I am completely exhausted. Hoo-freakin’-ray.

Is that why I fucked up the laundry today? I have been in charge of the laundry since the day 16 years ago when we moved into the house and for the first time ever I had something go into the wash white and come out pink. I only wash in cold water and I used a color catcher thing and somehow my wife’s white sweater and two of my white socks all came out pink. The fuck?

What else… I am bringing a film camera to the graduation party tomorrow. I just loaded my first ever roll of Kodak Ektacolor 400. The film formerly known as Portra. A pro-level film. Pretty much a given that I’ll do something to screw it all up, right?

Right then, what else… nothing. I got nothing else. I want to go to sleep. G’night, folks.

That Was Sad

I went to a wake tonight. A parent of an old friend.

Alzheimer’s.

My mother didn’t have that, but she did have dementia and that’s probably close enough.

Watching someone you love go through that is just dreadful. It’s about the most awful thing you can experience. I felt sad for my friend and sad for my mother.

Give the people you care about a hug.

Can I Go to Bed Now?

This post is not going to change the world. It’s just me being sleepy.

I have had a seriously shit night’s sleep each of the last two nights. It is about quarter past eight in the evening and I am running out of gas.

My back is sore, my legs are killing me, I’ve had leg cramps the last couple of nights and they have been pretty awful. My stomach has been a jerk all day. At first it was one of those post-stomach surgery random occurances. Later it was because I ate my lunch too fast and messed up my already screwy stomach even more. Yippee.

Work was nuts today. I have to go into the office tomorrow. How is it not Friday yet? I am going to a wake after work tomorrow too. Everything is just crazy.

Donald trump is a fascist and a pedophile and a rapist and a fucking scumbag. News broke today saying the FBI foiled a plot to attack Sunday nights white trash circus event on the white house lawn. I don’t believe it for a second. Just like I don’t believe either of the two assassination attempts were really. I hate that this orange taco nazi raper of children has made me so damn cynical.

I need a nap.

And a vacation.

And a new drummer for my band.

That’s not too much to ask, is it?

Scheduling SNAFU

Today is Friday and I took the day off to deal with two (2) contractors who were scheduled to work on our house today. One was going to install a new AC unit and the other was going to do some energy efficiency upgrades so that we can qualify for a loan and a rebate on the new AC. I don’t know how it worked that the loan/rebate qualification and the installation of the thing that requires the qualification could happen at the same time, but that’s how they were scheduled. Both jobs had a window of arrival from 11:00am to 1:00pm.

I said the window opened at 11:00am, right? Why then did they show up at 8:00am? I will never know, but they did.

So now, 11 hours later, we have a new AC. We paid for it with a loan that we… I think… technically… probably should not have qualified for yet even though we did somehow qualify for it? I am so confused. It works and we’re happy.

Unfortunately the energy eficiency upgrades didn’t happen because the crew who was supposed to be here between 11:00 and 1:00 postponed. We moved them to tomorrow. I’m kinda pissed. This work required me to do some serious prep work in the cellar and I really, really want to put everything back and have my cellar office space and cellar living room and cellar storage areas back the way they should be.

I was thinking about going to the ocean at sunrise and snapping some photos tomorrow, but now the contractors are coming at 7:30am and I won’t have time. I was hoping to chase the sun, then go home and re-rearrange the cellar, and then play some guitar because I have five (5) new song ideas in progress and I want to get some demos rolling. Maybe I can do those things on Sunday. Good times.

Change of subject to something that points out how fucking fucked up life in the USA is right now. I saw a post on social media talking about a podcast covering the Battlestar Galactica reboot from the early oughts. I watched the whole run of that show years ago. Maybe its time for a rewatch, how ‘bout it?

I went to the AppleTV app on my phone and searched for the show to see if its streaming anywhere. It is. Paramount+. We have a subscription to that. It’s one with advertisements, but I think I am going to start a big time binge. I logged in, searched for the show, clicked on the first episode, and sat through a commerical…

It was a commercial for UFC at the White House on Sunday. The commercial ran for 30 seconds and I figuratively vomited at least 27 times.

Donald Trump is a fascist. Donald Trump is a rapist. Donald Trump is a pedophile. Donald Trump defiled the White House with a fucking ultimate fighting arena. Fuck him. Fuck him right in the eye, then roll him over and fuck him in the other eye.

And that, friends and neighbors, is my Friday.

Avalanche of Home Improvement

We have one day left. One day before two, count ’em two (2) contractors come to our house to work on climate related issues. I am close to having everything ready for them. I’ll be ready, I promise.

Rush played their second show last night. I again was not in attendance but word on the street is they played ALL of 2112. When I say all I mean all of the suite on side one, not the whole album. They also apparently played The Analog Kid, a song that I often wondered if it was at least partly inspired by people like Eddie Van Halen. I picture Alex Lifeson listening to Van Halen and thinking to himself, I can do that and then hitting record and shredding like a shredding monster. Good stuff.

Did I mention that I am stressed as fuck over home improvement projects? Yup, stressed as fuck.

Why has traffic been so bad over the last two weeks. Every time I commute to the office it just gets worse than the time before. It’s a mess out there, kids.

What else… for the past 24 hours my post-gastric bypassed stomach has been weird. Queasy and achy and weird. They told me stuff like this was going to happen off and on for the rest of my life and sure enough here we are. I’ll survive.

I had a long text conversation with my step son today. Doctor Who cancelled its planned xmas episode and the show runner quit. The show runner has been saying that an xmas episode had been written and would start shooting in September and I guess now we know that was bullshit. They said nothing had been written and now the BBC is taking pitches from production compaines… meaning they have no plan in place for the future. My Doctor Who loving step son and I were both pretty pissed off by the news. He suggested Richard Ayoade should be the next Doctor. That’s a really good idea. I suggested Rupert Grint (if they insist on The Doctor being a white guy) or Jameela Jamil (if they do not insist on The Doctor being a white guy). I still stand by my suggestions, but I kinda wish I had thought of Richard Ayoade too. He’d be perfect.

Okay, my queasy stomach and I are really tired. I think we’re going to go to sleep now. G’night, Rush fans. G’night, Doctor Who fans too. Let’s all join together and try to not stress the fuck out over home improvement projects. Huzzah and shit.

Healthcare in the USA

I saw something while I was out running errands on Sunday that I wanted to write a short post about but I didn’t get around to it. I’ll write that short post now.

This is an example of the healthcare system in the United States firing on all cylinders. There are people here who believe that the healthcare system in the US is second to none. Those people vote.

On Sunday while driving home from the grocery store I saw a car with a sign painted on the door. I am pretty sure I was in Methuen, MA when I saw it but I might have been in Salem, NH.

The sign painted on the side of the car said something along the lines of:

Wanted: Kidney Donation. Call Joe at xxx-xxx-xxxx

So I have to ask… are we great again? Is begging for organs to transplant a sign that america is great again? Are we winning the war against nationalized healthcare that every other industrialized nation on the planet Earth has?