Shit happens…

December 7, 2007 | Filed Under The Heartless Bitch Way | No Comments

Today it was my turn.

I’m having one of THOSE days.  You know the kind…

You wake up at 4:30 and can’t sleep.  (You went to bed at 1:30am.)

You find the cat has barfed on the carpet.  AGAIN.

You run out the door and too late you realize you have left a load of laundry in the washing machine… so it will be skanky by the time you get home.

You get an email that your primary network provider is down as you are on your way into work. But you are on the bus, so you can’t get there any faster.  You are trying to frantically type while standing up, arm wrapped around a support pole.  Your efforts are further hindered by a bus driver with just two modes – full on the gas or full on the brakes. 

You bypass your morning coffee-stop to get into the office faster, and arrive without having had any caffeine, on 3 hours sleep.

You can’t reroute email through your secondary network provider no matter what you try.  You waste 2 hours trying and give up. By then, the primary line is back up anyway.

You miss a distressed and cryptic IM from a friend wanting to “talk to someone sane”, while you are away from your desk, trying to work on the firewall, and wonder what the hell it means, and you have no way of contacting her directly because she’s out of the country.

You try to get a new video driver for one of your team who is stuck working on a “temporary” system until her new one arrives, and find that there hasn’t been a driver written for the video card since Windows98. (only supports 800×600 resolution).  I think the card is older than my youngest child and HE’S of legal drinking age.

You can’t get a simple Perl module to install on linux whereas it works just fucking FINE on windows, but your server isn’t windows. And you waste the entire day (in between phone calls and emergencies) trying to get it working and wonder if python really IS the way to go.

Your phone doesn’t stop ringing from vendors, and they ALWAYS call at the most inopportune times. Like when you are in the bathroom. (My only phone is a blackberry. It is permanently attached to my hip, when it’s not attached to my ear. And no, I didn’t answer it.)

The vendor you were hoping would have a good hosting solution for you has a) no diesel backup b) no redundant internet connections, and c) a “fire extinguisher” for fire suppression. [I kid you not.]

You miss lunch entirely because you are too busy to run out and get something and your junk-food drawer is empty.

You get absolutely nothing productive done all day.

I swear, tomorrow, it’s SOMEBODY else’s turn.