Last night I actually went to bed at a ridiculously early time and ended up being restless and tossing and turning. And I thought I needed to catch up on sleep. So, I found myself up a couple hours early and starting to work on something else.
Which I should have just done last night. Oh well.
Last Friday we began a backend upgrade on our main server at work. BB and I have been referring to it as the "point one better" upgrade, because nobody, not even the provider, can really tell us WHY we needed to do this upgrade, but it was apparently essential. Because, you know, it's "point one better." Whatever.
So, it's Thursday, and we're JUST NOW getting back into operational status. Standard issue Funhouse upgrade path. The test phase consisted of taking one person who sort of gets an odd overview of the system, having them run one order through the new system, and saying, "yep, it worked." So once it was in place, all the things that were missed, non-vital things like inventory control and purchasing and payroll and such, all fell the fuck apart.
It's been an EPIC week.
And Zippy's been trying to rawk newb's world with orders. Newb finally lost it yesterday and snapped Zippy's nose off. It was pretty cool to see. And Zippy pouted the rest of the afternoon.
Meantime, BB and I are MOSTLY removed from this upgrade because it's not our particular cup-o-tea. It's mostly newb's, and the boss has his shit all up in it too.
And somehow Zippy seems to assume he's teh awesomesauce on this one, though he really, REALLY makes it obvious he has no clue every time he opens his mouth to do anything other than shove more chips in it.
Things like him telling a user, "I have to recompile that printer."
I came in this morning to the boss running down the hall with his crackberry and headset, screaming to someone about changes and change orders, and Zippy already firing up his chip-eating before I got my coat off. Basically, I started to slip off my coat, heard the crunch of doom, and thought real seriously about whether I wanted to just slip the coat back on and head out the door. I got shit I could be doing. Important shit. Certainly more important than twiddling my thumbs here.
But I don't get paid for that shit, so I did like a good little boy and took off my coat and sat down.
And promptly regretted it.
And now my body is telling me I'm tired. Why couldn't it have done that this morning while I was still in bed and had time to sleep some more?
The world = lack of entertainment the past couple days. April Fools really messed with my online entertainment quotient.
Give me entertainment intartubes. What am I paying you for?
And somehow I've found myself preoccupied with thoughts of this girl I used to see back when I was a teenager that I haven't really thought of in close to twenty years. Not like, "oh man I wish I could see her again" preoccupied but just, "huh, wonder what up with her these days" preoccupied. Which is very unlike me.
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