Today is Not Friday

Today is the first time since Bellana finished her Fall semester at school (apart from a few hours of miracle on Christmas Day) that both kids are home. They will both be here until Monday morning and I am as happy as a middle aged red head gets.

We were supposed to have a fancy dinner on Christmas Day but we didn’t due to all of the various circumstances. We are having the dinner that we had planned for Christmas tonight. Jen is in the kitchen right now while I watch the clock inch through the last 36 minutes of the work day.

New Years Day is this weekend.

All of these things together have combined to convince my tiny, teeny, tiny little brain that today is Friday. No. Today is not Friday. Today is Wednesday. Wednesday, not Friday. I still have a full day of work tomorrow that I have to get through before the holiday weekend starts.

My brain is broken. My brain cannot process the fact that today is not Friday. I feel like I’m losing my mind!

On Call Update #3

It’s 11:31pm. Your humble narrator is exhausted. Only nine more hours to go. It’s nice that the hours are down to single digits, but it blows chunks that I still have more than a business day remaining.

I was just speaking to one of my fellow sufferers and he was sure that the third shift folks would be punching in shortly. I was hoping for that, but I didn’t know if they were off tonight or not. Hopefully they will take some of the sting out of the overnight.

I hope so…

Because I really…


Want to go to sleep.

Please let me go to sleep?

On Call Update #2

This has been the worst on call experience I’ve ever had.  As soon as I get close to catching up I get something new sent to me.  I had an hour and a half or so, just after noon, when I wasn’t working.  The rest of the day I’ve been working and generally not having a clue what to do.  One of the things that makes this type of on call situation awful is that I am not just covering my application.  I’m covering seven others as well.  Most of those are apps that I have never even seen prior to today, but I have to be one of only two members of the staff who handle all issues for those apps on my platform.  It’s not even my platform anymore, it’s the platform I used to work in.

I get paid for this crap, but I still hate it.  I tried to get some one to take this off of my hands, but everyone else in the rotation was smart enough to stay away.

This sucks.

On Call Update

My on call started at 8:30am.  Everything was quiet for the first half hour.  Then it stopped being quiet.  Between 9:00 and 11:20 I got five tasks.  Four of them are complete.  The fifth is with the customer now because I haven’t a clue and asked a couple of questions for clarification.  I suppose I could be hopeful that the customer contact has gone home for the day and won’t see the task until tomorrow… but that’s stinkin’ thinkin’.  Really, it’s dreaming.

Four hours down.  20 still to go.


New Years Day

2012 went out not with a bang, nor a wimper, but a cough and a kleenex.

I haven’t been posting those daily plague updates, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still feeling it.  I’ve had a couple of coughing fits since coming home from work last night.  My nose has been running pretty much constantly.  If I had to estimate a percentage for how well I am vs how sick I am I would say I am 90% well.  That 10% sick is just a little annoying.

Jen and I went to bed a little after 11:00pm last night.  She went to sleep almost immediately.  I managed to stay awake by surfing on my iPad and writing a post.  I’m a little pissed off though because as I was finishing up I was watching the clock closely, adding a line each time the clock ticked a minute closer to midnight.  You can look at what I wrote, it was the post before this one.  When the clock struck 12:00 I wrote the last line really quick and hit publish.  When the page published it gave a date/time of 12/31/12 @ 11:59.  My iPad clock said 1/1/13 @ 12:00.  Stupid dumb inaccurate clocks.  I don’t know which one was wrong, and I don’t care.  I’m just sad that my goofy posting plan was foiled by father time.  That jerk.

I, along with one other poor soul, have been officially on the on call clock for 23 minutes.  Only 23 hours and 37 minutes to go!


Happy Freakin’ New Year.