Title: Friday at last
Music du jour: Orff, Carmina Burana
TGIF
Holy shit, it's windy out today. Not so cold -- although it's colder than it has been all week -- but the February winds are sweeping off the Rockies, blasting through anything in their path. I walked out of Spumco today and the flags were stretched out stiff, only the edges snapping in the wind. I was nearly knocked off my feet trying to get to my car across the street. Gunbarrel feels like a wind tunnel.
February in Colorado.
The week is over, thank God. It's been trying, it really has. The east coast guy flew back today, leaving his little program in my tender care. Is it wrong that I don't want this project and can't muster any enthusiasm for it? The program itself is well done; I have to hand it to the guy. Basically it's going to let us inventory all the commercial software on our systems, take a snapshot of a system and let us use it as a baseline for all the other servers. Someone has to do the grunt work of collecting all the data and feeding it to the program, though. It looks like PFY Chick and I have been nominated, with me being in charge of the project. Yay me. *sigh*
Tonight is dead cow night. We're doing couple stuff with Jason and Heather. I am quite tired and don't really feel like going, but one has to eat; steak is as good as anything else. If it was up to me, I'd stay home, order out for Chinese and chill out. I have to iron my BDU's and get my blues together for fucking drill this weekend. (I would ask you to pardon the obscenity, but I don't care. Everyone knows how I feel about languishing in the Guard, so I'll call it "fucking drill" if I want to.) There's actually no commander's call this weekend -- that was on the primary UTA weekend a couple of weeks ago -- but apparently we're still supposed to have dress blues with us. For inspection? Who knows.
Drive!
All right, what is it about Colorado drivers that they can't drive more than ten miles an hour past a cop pulled off on the shoulder of the highway? I-25 south of Boulder was at a slow crawl for a mile or so, and why? Because some cop car was pulled off taking care of some idiot who careened onto the median. There was no need to slow down... he wasn't even close to the road. They're the same ones who sail through a yellow light, then suddenly decide to be a good citizen and stop in the middle of the intersection when it turns red, therefore causing squealing, smoking tires and loud cursing by the drivers behind them. Idiot children.
-- marcie.