Title: Mondays make my brain hurt
Seeing: Warner Bros. cartoons on the Cartoon Network
Hearing: My hiccups
Reading: Many Waters, Madeleine L'Engle
Work Sucks and So Do I:
Did I say I was going to update every other day? I really meant every fifth day. Yeah, that's it.
It's currently 7:30 in the AM. Yes, I'm awake; shut up. I'm still getting up with Cynthia in the morning, so I've been up for a little over an hour. My mother would be so proud. Well, actually she'd be shocked and would probably check my head for fever, but that's beside the point.
This whole getting-up-in-the-morning thing isn't that bad, in fact. I find that I do much better at work if I get up in time to get some coffee and breakfast, and generally get my shit together before I have to start in at work. (Again, things my mother told me years ago. Don't tell her she was right; I'll never live it down.) Don't worry; I am NOT becoming a morning person. I doubt that'll ever happen.
I have to go to work. Back later.
Ugh. My brain hurts. We really, REALLY need a centralized software server at this place. It would make my job a hell of a lot easier. I've been installing or upgrading to the latest version of sysinfo on all the Unix machines. This continues the extremely tedious and boring task of taking inventory of the Unix network. (Inventory. Of all the Unix systems. Gah. Didn't I just do this?) Our new Unix boy is supposed to put together a software server in the next week or so, thank God. Next we need NFS and NIS. This company is supposed to double in size in the next six months, and I ain't keeping track of all those accounts on a dozen different machines. No.
The expansion is insane, it really is. Of course, it's encouraging that we've got a bright enough future to be able to do this at all. It does, however, make things interesting. Half of my Saturday was spent up at the office with fifteen other suckers^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hvolunteers, moving and putting up cube walls upstairs where the Kindergarten Class lives. (Interestingly, only a few of the developers showed up to help. Go figure.) There are now individual cubes for everyone instead of the bullpen arrangement that has been growing organically and indiscriminately since I started working here. The cubes are tiny, and every one of them is crunched up to its neighbor, with just about enough room to turn your chair around. The aisles between the cubes are wide enough for two people, if those two people don't mind brushing shoulders. For once, I'm not jealous of the developers' working conditions. My own cube is downstairs in a quiet corner, with a real desk (none of this fold-out table business) and enough room to be comfortable. Usually the sysadmins are the ones crowded into phone closets and corners of the server room.
We're supposed to move buildings to somewhere with a lot more room in the next six or seven months. It can't come soon enough. We have over fifty people sitting on top of each other right now; I have no idea where we'll put fifty more.
If anyone here ever got a real office, they wouldn't know what to do.
Starving Musician Wanted:
If anyone knows a piano teacher around the Boulder/Westminster area, let me know. I've been wanting to get back into piano for a couple of years (after swearing off of it when I was tortured with lessons for four years as a child), and I need a good teacher and a cheap keyboard. Info on either is appreciated.
Oh, I almost forgot: check out what I'm reading.
-- marcie