You've got to work hard if you want anything at all
Another hectic day at work.
Chris' idea for getting the equipment into the environment appears to have worked with our test server. Tomorrow I get to do it 5 more times. Also need to finish some code for the stores.
I've been working on rebuilding a store's disks for the last 4.5 hours. It's now almost 9 PM, and my ass is TIRED.
The planned outing with S. on Sunday is possibly dead, or at least cut down to just the evening. Forgot it was Father's Day. My Dad is 300 miles away. Her's is a few towns over. Her and her sister were planning on taking him out for lunch around 1. She tried calling her to verify everything today once I brought it up to her, and the response was quite funny (to me, anyway):
S.: "I hate talking to her. She is a complete bitch."
Me: "What happened?"
S.: "We were trying to figure out Sunday and it has to be her way because she's coming home and she thinks that she's a guest. We're battling over times, locations, etc. Then she called me a bitch for getting annoyed. The longest 13 minute conversation I have had in a while."
For the record, her sister lives in NYC, but stows her crap at the house S. and their mother share. The city is maybe 30 minutes away on a Sunday.
That's about it for today. Not much to add except I'm tired and a little sore from sitting in this damn chair all day long.
Until the morrow...
Chris' idea for getting the equipment into the environment appears to have worked with our test server. Tomorrow I get to do it 5 more times. Also need to finish some code for the stores.
I've been working on rebuilding a store's disks for the last 4.5 hours. It's now almost 9 PM, and my ass is TIRED.
The planned outing with S. on Sunday is possibly dead, or at least cut down to just the evening. Forgot it was Father's Day. My Dad is 300 miles away. Her's is a few towns over. Her and her sister were planning on taking him out for lunch around 1. She tried calling her to verify everything today once I brought it up to her, and the response was quite funny (to me, anyway):
S.: "I hate talking to her. She is a complete bitch."
Me: "What happened?"
S.: "We were trying to figure out Sunday and it has to be her way because she's coming home and she thinks that she's a guest. We're battling over times, locations, etc. Then she called me a bitch for getting annoyed. The longest 13 minute conversation I have had in a while."
For the record, her sister lives in NYC, but stows her crap at the house S. and their mother share. The city is maybe 30 minutes away on a Sunday.
That's about it for today. Not much to add except I'm tired and a little sore from sitting in this damn chair all day long.
Until the morrow...
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