so, max is out of town on vacation (he’s got two whole weeks, the bastard), so i am chairman pro tempore. i am temporarily responsible for this madness! my coworkers find endless, endless amusement in this.
* niqui was pretty sure she had some shit she needed to do before she left the office, but nonetheless, she flees.
flee!
don't worry about the shit. it will roll after you
or lie in wait for your return.
the shit keeps track of the very large hat at all times
the shit is vigilant!
the shit is always watching.
soon, i shall kill them all.
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yesterday was a pretty special day. one of our message servers (the back end mail servers) had trouble resolving DNS (SEP! SEP! …oh, fuck;
everything’s our problem), which resulted in it not being able to contact the LDAP servers, so it couldn’t authenticate anyone, thus email for a subset of the alphabet was “down” for four hours because they couldn’t log in. that was pretty fun — fun in that “i hope it ends soon, because i
really want to get to the part where i get to poke my eyes out with a hot poker!” way. yeah.
although, on the bright side — when the stresses of the day get to be too much for me, i can put on a lamé jumpsuit and dance around and sing to
MOSCOW! MOSCOW! that has the benefit of having a faster clean up than poking my eyes out.
actually, after work yesterday, i ended up going shopping.
fox&obel — hey,
look, they’re
hiring! — for meat for dinner tonight, but they were lacking another ingredient i needed so i ended up driving way up north to
trader joe’s. which turned out to be a good thing, as on the way i passed a petco and was reminded i needed to buy cat food. and since my cats are picky bastards, i always have to drive up to the north side or down to like bedford park to buy cat food, so at least it was a trip i was going to have to make anyways and i got to consolidate it. and TJs is, of course, next to the
CB2, so i stopped in there to see if they had any bar stools i liked. (ikea has bar stools i like, and priced how i would like my bar stools to be priced, and they fold so i can put them away, but ikea is in fucking schaumberg and i’m not taking today off work to go out there and buy them, and i want bar stools so that i actually have somewhere to seat the guest i’m having over for dinner this evening. besides, not
everything in my house needs to be from ikea.)
oh, that reminds me. i saw the least useful product evah at CB2:
record frames. i ask you: who needs this? look, if you still have LPs, you’re probably listening to them. and if you don’t, you’re not going to go buy one just so you can hang it on your wall. and if you’re a musician who wants to display your own work, well, you’re probably not going to get some cheesy thing from CB2 to display it with, either because (a) you’re a starving artist and can’t afford trendy cheese, or (b) you actually have some pride.
crazy shit. i tell you.
…
i had to get to work really early this morning to do some work. parking around here is really easy at 0615. i got a total rock star spot, except that
real rock stars probably don’t work here. alas.
oh, i should wrap this up, i think i probably have to go talk on the phone or do something else managery. bah.
